Viscount Brick was the owner, designer, and the sole winner of this arena.

No one who defied his will survived here.

The fate of those who set foot here was one of two things: either they crumbled without realizing the existence of the absolute ruler, or they grasped the hand of the absolute ruler and complied with reasonable treatment.

However, the masked man fearlessly refused the touch of the absolute ruler.

“I demanded a hundred times.”

Viscount Brick chuckled nervously at the secretary’s relayed words.

“Yes, by now, your nose must be poking the sky. Before making a mistake, I should let you know what kind of place this is.”

Viscount Brick ridiculed the warriors who he cherished, leaping around in his front yard, and sent them out.

The first to step forward was the notorious killer from the western lands, known for tearing flesh with bare hands.

However, he lost to the masked individual.

“… Let’s start with twenty times the salary of soldiers and gradually increase the case fee.”

“I don’t like it.”

Next up was the executioner in the guillotine’s attire, who lived by consuming blood soaked in blades.

But he, too, lost to the masked individual.

“Forty times is possible. Warriors treated this way can be counted on one hand.”

“Fine then.”

The heinous crime of having killed more people than insects. The immortal being crawling up from hell. The king of the bloody tavern with a fierce apron that received favorable evaluations despite the exaggerated setting as a priest driven mad by slaughter.

Various warriors with distinctive nicknames stepped forward, but all of them were defeated by the masked one.

So, the secretary of the Viscount, who had been attempting negotiations discreetly, found herself in a desperate situation and pleaded.

“I will give you the hundred times you mentioned yesterday!”

Originally, the Viscount planned to break the nose of the masked individual and pull them down under him.

However, instead of breaking, the masked individual’s nose didn’t even bend, and the abnormal performance set the Viscount’s foot on fire.

“I’ve prepared a luxurious mansion and renowned horses from the western lands. Also, I’ll arrange a special place fo
Moreover, with this ostentatious twist, the atmosphere of the arena has also fallen apart.

The fights held here are a kind of circus. Therefore, the top priority is to captivate the audience’s interest. Since it is a place where life and death are at stake, it should exude both magnificence and vulgarity suitable for the occasion. That way, whether mercenaries or spectators, they go mad with excitement.

However, as the faceless nurse laid the warriors down like dealing with children, the fierceness that once flourished in this ruin disappeared without a trace.

The dignity of the warriors who elevated the reputation of this place was shattered.

Mercenaries ceased to challenge, and spectators chuckled, betting money only on the nurse.

Even the aristocrats of Biss, who were waiting for the moonlight and enjoying their moods, began to lose interest as if the excitement had cooled.

At this rate, if things really go wrong, Viscount Brick would completely collapse in just three days, whether it be for dignity or whatever.

“Salary a hundred times, a mansion, and a renowned horse….”

This was a clear declaration of surrender, but Ivie twisted her hair and raised her head with a very complacent voice.

“You should have done that sooner.”

“T-then, are you agreeing to the contract?”

“No, I’m not.”

When the secretary hesitated and asked again, Ivie promptly refused. Then, with an arrogant gesture, she taunted the secretary.

“It’s too late. We’ve earned enough. We’re leaving tomorrow, so prepare the prize money.”

“Leaving…tomorrow…”

“Yes, we’ll leave by then. It’s ominous around here these days. Now that we’ve become rich, we need to take care of ourselves.”

Before the secretary could complete the question, Ivie interjected coolly. Then, with an arrogant voice, she retorted.

“So, prepare the prize money we’ll receive by tomorrow. In gold, of course. I wonder how much it weighs. We’ll need a few carriages, right?”

Ivie looked at Dias and asked playfully.

Of course, it was all a bluff, but the secretary became anxious.

“Um, moving all that gold at once is too risky. As you know, there are mercenaries gathered around here, and we don’t know when they might turn i
“Take off the mask and rest.”

Dias, who had just finished washing, looked at the lying Ivie on the bed and spoke.

Perhaps exhausted from gifting anemia to the warriors reeking of the smell of blood, Ivie, still wearing the mask, lay on the bed with both hands clasped to her chest, like a person entering a coffin.

Despite the grotesque sight, the butler scolded Ivie, but she didn’t budge.

Dias, wondering if Ivie had fallen asleep, approached the bedside. Only then did Ivie hum inside the mask.

“Butler, I’ve seriously thought about it.”

“You thought about it?”

“No matter how I think about it, it seems like I’m a genius.”