“Quiet down. I can’t watch because it’s disgusting.”

Cassel’s irritation brought a heavy silence.

The nobles of Viss found this explicit criticism unfamiliar. So, everyone froze, and the masked noble, who had been hit, listened to the whisper and grinned broadly.

“Ah, Estan Duke, you’re such a reckless person. Inviting someone without manners and discretion, you’re causing a lot of trouble! Isn’t that right!?”

Shouting, the noble who invited Cassel to the arena revealed the name of the one who invited Cassel.

At that moment, the stands where Cassel was suddenly brightened.

Several torches were lit in the dark, revealing Cassel’s face, Brick Viscount sitting next to him, and the spread banners.

The nobles couldn’t recognize Cassel’s face. Instead, they easily recognized the flag of the Montra family behind him. There was no one ignorant enough not to know the symbol of the Great Nobles.

“This is Cassel Montra, the Duke of Montra. Everyone, behave!”

When Cassel’s aide shouted, the nobles froze once again.

Cassel Montra, a high noble of Tiendavis, in a place like this?

Everyone was hesitant, but those who remembered Cassel’s portrait were surprised and prostrated. Then they hurriedly bowed to the party.

In the tense atmosphere, the remaining nobles also quickly lowered their bodies, and the noble who shouted to Cassel knelt awkwardly.

As the roaring arena quieted down, Cassel’s aide raised his voice.

“Lord Montra, the ruler of Tiendavis, has come here after hearing ominous rumors while inspecting the unfortunate. Witnessing your misdeeds directly, he is greatly enraged by your cruelty!”

At the thunderous sound, the nobles bit their tongues and swallowed their breath, touching the ground.

Misdeeds? Just watching the fight between the Night Tribe, the slaughterers, and the mercenaries they hired for a fair price, was it cruel?

While the nobles trembled with fear, a bright sound like a beam of light followed.

“All of you should be duly punished. Lord Viscount Montra, in his mercy, wishes to pardon your sins specially. Therefore, he commands you to stop this behavior, repent of your sins, and not repeat such actions!”

The nobles sighed in admiration of Cassel’s mercy.

‘What is this scum saying?’

And Ibi exploded in anger.

‘You’re the culprit, you shameless brat!’

As Ibi was getting furious at Cassel’s hypocrisy, Cassel whispered something to his aide.

“What? Ah, yes, yes.”

The aide nodded, then shouted sternly again.

“Before that, those who behaved improperly to Lord Viscount, punish yourselves!”

Those who behaved improperly to the Viscount. The noble who complained a little and showed some anger when hit with a mask became the target of reflection.

“P-Punish ourselves? How…?”

“Jump from there!”

Cassel’s aide pointed to the railing the noble was trying to push the arena attendants away from.

Even if he fell, he wouldn’t die, but the height was enough to surely break his ankles.
Faced with the cruel order, the noble pointed out hesitated, and the other nobles shot him disapproving glares.

In the end, there was a squeamish groan, and Cassel’s stern face finally loosened a bit.

‘That scum…’

Indeed, Cassel Montra. If he feels bad, he will surely seek revenge.

“Dismiss the mercenaries. And treat that boy immediately,” the aide ordered.

Under the aide’s command, the spectacle was quickly cleaned up. It seemed like the tension would dissipate.

‘Is this how they cover it up?’

Ibi was about to express her discontent with Cassel’s cunning, but she had been quietly observing the back since a while ago.

Enthe, who had been disgustingly talkative, seemed strangely silent.

So, Ibi turned around for a moment and was surprised.

Enthe, who had lost his laughter, was glaring fiercely at Cassel Montra.

“…It seems like you were trying to show me something, but it didn’t work out well.”

Ibi glanced at Enthe, sensing his mood.

“That cage doesn’t seem to open here either.”

Saying this, Ibi glanced at the boy inside the cage.

Trapped in our world, the boy who had been attacked was somehow looking up at Cassel blankly, shedding blood.

‘No, don’t be moved. He’s just trash…’

Ibi sighed at the sight of the boy looking up at Cassel with pity.

At that moment, Enthe opened his mouth sullenly.

“I don’t like it. That dust-like human.”

There was a chill in Enthe’s voice. He forced a smile, glaring at Ibi.

“The wait is over. Let’s decide whether to die or kill.”

“But I have something to say before that.”

“Make it short.”

“Alright. I don’t know what you want, but I’ll make two things clear. First, just wash off the dirt.”

At the irrelevant remark, Enthe gave Ibi a cold look. However, Ibi ignored it and continued speaking.

“And my usefulness won’t disappear. Because I’m really talented.”

Enthe suddenly vomited blood right after that.

“Cough!”

Spitting out blood, Enthe clutched his chest and collapsed.

He looked at Ibi in pain, and Ibi, without avoiding his gaze, spoke in an embarrassed voice.

“Can’t breathe, right? It’s because your lungs are dry.”