“Those two people wearing masks, pay them to leave immediately.”

Already grappling with this problem, Lord Brick found the Lord’s proposal more perplexing than welcoming.

Offering a large sum as compensation in exchange, such an extravagant offer seemed unlikely to come without reason.

“I beg your pardon…”

Lord Brick began to ask but faltered as he caught a glimpse of the Lord’s eyes through the mask, which glowed fiercely as if to devour him.

Realizing the tense atmosphere too late, Lord Brick shut his mouth, and at the masked individuals’ order, he nodded silently.

The Lord, Cassel, turned away harshly, his body language filled with disdain for both the man and the space.

Cassel had been cautious since the appearance of the masked man and woman. Perhaps he suspected it was Ibby.

There were several reasons for such suspicion, but the most crucial one was a word from Miel.

― Yes, Ibby’s servant seems to be doing something in Biss.

Ibby’s servant.

Cassel particularly remembered that small expression. It was because the young topaz acted as if it knew Ibby’s servant.

‘He wouldn’t have mentioned someone so specifically unless he knew them personally.’

Normally, one would say, ‘Ibby seems to have sent someone to Biss,’ or ‘It looks like he’s investigating something.’

But Miel specifically mentioned ‘Ibby’s servant,’ indicating someone memorable, and such a person would not be an ordinary fellow.

Perhaps he was strong enough to be comparable to Nubil, a caretaker of the resources of the Mayana Tower.

So Cassel strongly suspected that the masked man and woman might be Ibby and his servant, given the news of their continued victories.

Maybe they wanted to make a name for themselves and even venture into the territory of the Night Clan.

In any case, Cassel felt that he had to intervene somehow.

However, the owner of this arena moved first.

The masked woman caused a commotion by claiming that poison had been added to the food, and the news quickly reached Cassel, who was attentive.

Ibby Ariathe receives the protection of the tower.

However, if he were to undergo a change here and be unable to return to Tien Dabiss, it would be an irrevocable disaster.

It would be a significant loss for Tien Dabiss and the perfect ruin of Cassel Montra.

So, Cassel decided to expel the masked man and woman without hesitation. If there was even a small possibility that it was Ibby, he had to protect him.
Cassel’s anger flared at the fact that the lower-class nobles from the Southern Continent tried to harm Ibi.

Despicable as she may be, that woman is a member of Tien Dabiss and, in a way, a valuable human being.

It’s different from the worthless people brawling in the slums.

For the past three days, Cassel listened to news about the two masked individuals and thoroughly examined the environment of this arena.

The appearance of the faceless governess unexpectedly brought about a peaceful atmosphere, but behind the lively festival, traces of the atrocities happening in this arena remained.

The people here abandoned culture, intellect, and conscience, solely pursuing base pleasures, and they were making money from it.

Although they used the fancy name “games,” in reality, it was closer to gambling or execution.

By forcing people into the arena to fight, it was only natural that some would die, and it wasn’t an accident or a tragedy but a means to open the spectators’ purses.

Every day, dozens would die, and those severely injured were several times more.

Behind the glamorous arena, there were people groaning in the shadows, and if they died, they were discarded in the pit of ruins.

This place was truly a hotbed of barbarity.

No, it might even be better to be barbaric. At least in that case, they hunted for food.

But here, killing was for the sake of watching, and it turned into money.

Cassel was horrified when he first saw this arena, wondering how humans could treat each other like this.

But he soon remembered.

Originally, the Southern Continent was a place where humans and beasts, primitive beings, coexisted.

Cassel first learned about it when he was around twelve years old, still a boy.

“Tien Dabiss was originally the dwelling place of dragons. However, when the dragons slept, the kings who ruled Biss ascended to Tien Dabiss.”

At the time, he was receiving teachings from Verde, his father’s close friend, and was only twelve years old.

Even then, he was a sophisticated young man who liked to dress up.

“Before the dragons fell asleep, there were four kingdoms in Biss. The Montra family ruled the western part of Biss.”

Verde pointed to the map as an intellectual, but realizing the students were too quiet, he turned around.

“Young Cassel, are you listening to my story?”

Verde asked not out of curiosity but to point it out.

With his chin resting lazily, Cassel, who had placed an irrelevant book in front of him instead of the map, was looking at a book unrelated to this class.

Seeing the boy’s indifferent response, Verde asked not out of curiosity but to point it out.