Chapter 180. A grotesque summon
"That’s the human girl Master cares about, isn’t she?" Tama asked, licking her fingers as she dug into the food Adrian had handed her, seated lazily among the others in the spectator stands.
"Yeah... she’s the one," Rose replied, her eyes narrowing. Draegonoth’s vessel... tch....she thought bitterly.
"SHUT UP!!!" Sharon snapped, glaring at them. "Both of you! Why can’t you be quiet like Rin?!"
"Rin barely says ten words a day! Don’t compare us to her," Rose retorted with a groan.
"Fine..." Sharon huffed. "No puff-puffs for you today."
Rose gasped, her eyes widening as she clutched her chest in fake agony. "No! Anything but that! You know they’re my favorite! I’ll be quiet... I swear..."
Sharon rolled her eyes, finally turning her attention to the arena.
The arena buzzed with energy. A sea of spectators surrounded the concrete colosseum, their cheers and chants forming a deafening chorus under the midday sun. And now there were even magic-lit screens floated overhead, broadcasting every move, and every hit! Even in town, the other people who could attend the Tournaments were watching the livestream on magic TVs. Asher was impressed by this, and thought it could be cool if he learned how to livestream as well. Another business opportunity.
In the center, Lorraine stood tall and composed in her side. She loathed hand-to-hand combat—it was beneath her. The very thought of touching her opponent disgusted her. Her strategy was clear: never let Anna get close.
She began with a fluid chant, her hands moving gracefully. A glowing blue water ball materialized in front of her and shot toward Anna like a cannon blast.
"AND THE MATCH BEGINS!" the commentator’s voice thundered over the stadium speakers. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DON’T BLINK—YOU MIGHT MISS THE MOMENT THE UNDERDOG GETS DROWNED!"