To Ibi’s bold ambition, Dias couldn’t help but groan. Perhaps sensing his feebleness, Ibi sent another signal.

―Top-tier arena, entry conditions, twenty consecutive victories.

So let’s fill the remaining twenty today.

In response to Ibi’s valid argument, Dias timidly objected.

―It’s tough.

―Be strong.

However, Ibi was relentless, and in the meantime, new mercenaries stealthily appeared again. Helpless in the ongoing matches, Dias took a deep breath.

Observers who stole glances at their gestures misunderstood that the woman was cruelly bullying the man.

But the reality was quite different.

Dias lightly touched the mercenaries, and they collapsed without him launching any attacks.
In reality, hunting dogs specialize in stealth and ambush, and they are far from skilled in such duels. Nevertheless, the reason he has endured for so long in the arena is because he has never fought a match from the beginning.

‘Is Ibi okay?’

Dias, pushing aside the mercenaries who were involuntarily tilting, glanced at Ibi.

Except for Dias, no one knew, but the miracle of consecutive victories happening now was not caused by the masked man in fact; it was the woman singing in the background.

The beginning of this deception was about two years ago.

―You know, how much blood does a person have to shed to die?

One day, Ibi suddenly asked this.

―How about just fainting? How much blood should be shed?

Ibi asked a cruel question with an innocent face, and before Dias could tell this risky guy the answer, he asked why he was asking such a thing.

Ibi’s answer to that was creatively brutal.

―Well, humans are also half water, right?

Certainly, only Dias knows, but Ibi, a cheeky guy who contemplates harming people under the gentle guise of purification, was a pioneer in the assassination world who ingeniously discovered how to secretly induce acute anemia.

Fortunately, the point to be thankful for was that despite Ibi’s gruesome mindset, she was quite cowardly.

Thanks to that, until now, Ibi has rarely secretly purified the blood of others. Cassel Montra, who grew wildly in the hydrangea garden, was one of those rare cases.

Dias sadly watched as the anemic mercenaries were carried out and new sacrificial lambs came in.

More robust figures appeared to break this emerging champion, but their sweat and efforts couldn’t escape the fate of the Saint Candidate.

Dias, who carried Ibi on his back, achieved twenty more victories in silence and descended from the arena.

The cheers of the crowd celebrating this astonishing record continued until Ibi and Dias arrived at the room.

And in the room, there was someone who had come first and was waiting.

“It was an amazing match. It’s truly an honor to have such a great hero.”

The polite woman wore clothes that looked good on her at a glance.

Ibi noticed that he was a person of Viscount Brick, but she deliberately got upset.

“Who are you? What are you doing here so boldly? Do you want to die?”

“I am the secretary of Viscount Brick, the owner of this castle. I have a proposal for the warrior.”

“A proposal?”

“Viscount Brick hopes that brave warriors who admire valor like him receive fitting treatment. If you contract with us, we will provide all the conveniences you demand. We can support you in raising your reputation from a more advantageous position without having to fight recklessly like now. And while you stay here, we will give you ten times the salary of Bayenne’s soldiers as a case fee.”
The woman’s proposal was accepted. Therefore, Ibi could tell that Viscount Brick was quite angry.

In reality, Viscount Brick was in a gloomy mood because of the masked guy who had rolled in from somewhere.

For challengers, it was a trial, and for winners, it was everything.

Just like this sentence, in the arena, a promised modest reward for those entering the battlefield was pledged, and winners were promised a substantial prize.

It lured naive youngsters who had nothing but their bodies, and those buried under piles of debt. However, the promised money was rarely paid out in reality.

Because, firstly, many people die. Then, there was no need to give money to those without a backing, and if the bereaved came to demand the left-behind compensation, it was enough to drive them away by claiming funeral expenses.

Even if they didn’t die, many got seriously injured. And all the doctors around the arena were henchmen of Viscount Brick.

They charged exorbitant medical fees for those in urgent need of treatment, and some of that money returned to the Viscount. Then, those who had taken on debt for medical treatment had no choice but to return to the arena.

Adding to this the money taken from gamblers, Viscount Brick made significant profits from every match without any losses.

For challengers, it was a trial, and for winners, it was everything.

However, challengers could only challenge forever and could never win. The only one who could become a winner here and fill their pockets was Viscount Brick, who sold others’ bodies.

However, an insidious mask poked a hole in the Viscount’s perfect pocket.

Taking away an enormous prize with an unreasonable winning streak without killing or hurting opponents, they received full payment and rewards. The Viscount, who quickly realized that he had to pay them, hastily took action.

That was the radical proposal, and Ibi brightly responded to his obvious intentions.

“I don’t like it.”

Covering her face with a mask, Ibi put her hand on Dias’ arm and taunted the perplexed woman.

“Fifteen times the salary of soldiers? Are you kidding me right now?”

“If you think fifteen times is too little, how about twenty-five times?”

“A hundred times.”

Without any countermeasures, Ibi raised the price