Fake Princess
CCLXIV Chapter
"Are you sure you want to go in there. There, it's dangerous," mas'ud said he stared at Haruki and Izumi who were giving the ropes to a man who was sitting on a chair with many rows of horses tied up in the stables behind him.
Haruki and Izumi again walked up to us, Izumi lowered her head grabbed Cia and held her while Haruki held my palm tightly.
I stepped on my feet as Haruki slowly pulled out my hand that was held earlier. The noise coming from within was getting clearer... The sound is increasingly becoming when the entrance hall to get to the inside is exhausted.
The boisterous cries of Rome's feathers, I don't know... How many people are in this place. All I know is, I, their pair of eyes were fixed on a bare-chested man with a bundle of cloth covering his lower half being covered in blood in the presence of a large tall man with ties of similarly colored cloth covering the part below body.
The screams of fanfare became clearer as the big man thrust the sword he held into the stomach of his opponent who had a smaller body size than him.
A middle-aged man stepped forward approaching the two men who were fighting earlier. The big man took a few steps back as he released his hand on the sword earlier. His opponent who had been motionless before, fell down with a sword stuck through his body.
The middle-aged man had raised the right arm of the big man earlier. The boisterous cries filled the surroundings followed by the footsteps of the large man who walked away from the empty field where they had competed earlier.
Two men dressed in black approached the middle-aged man earlier. The two men bowed and raised the body of the man whose stomach was pierced by a knife earlier.
The two men were walking by lifting up the bodies in both their hands. The middle-aged man who had previously, was still standing in the middle of that field. Every now and then he screamed loudly with an object made of funnel-shaped wood asking everyone to calm down.
Haruki pulled my hand, I turned around as my legs followed him. He sat on a long bench made of soil in this place, I gave my body to sit next to him as my hand grabbed Cia who was still in Izumi's arms.
"Next party, Tiebout."
The middle-aged man raised his hand. A large, dark-skinned man with black hair draped to his shoulders walked over to him. His entire body was covered in scars, and of course... He only wears a piece of cloth tied to his lower body.
"We'll find his opponent from the audience. The winner will get money from us, but if you lose! You must become the slave of the victor, raise your hands that want to fight!" Shouted the middle-aged man earlier while raising one hand.
"The man," said Mas'ud heard.
"Do you know him?" Izumi glanced to her left.
"He, one of the conspirators who attacked my village," Mas'ud returned with a trembling voice.
"Are you sure?" Tukas Izumi again to her.
"I didn't expect to find any of them so soon" Izumi stood up.
"Izumi," said Haruki who replied to a glance from Izumi to him.
"Just break the bones, make sure... You don't kill him."
"I see," Izumi walked away from us.
Izumi raised her hand next to her shout which caught the attention of the middle-aged man earlier. A few glances immediately turned towards Izumi who was walking closer and closer to the fighting arena.
"Tiebout, it turns out there are still fools who want to challenge you."
"He really wanted to die" the words were often heard with disgusting laughter.
"You are forbidden to follow the fight before giving money for entertainment" said the middle-aged man who faintly sounded in the ears.
"I will pay for all the money" Haruki said loudly with one hand raised up.
A bald-headed man walked up to us, Haruki moved his hand reaching into the large bag Izumi left beside me. He took one small bag from the bag while throwing the bag to the bald man.
"Is that enough?" Haruki said as the man directed his gaze into the bag earlier.
Without answering Haruki's question, the man turned around and walked closer to the fighting arena. He nodded towards the middle-aged man who was standing beside Izumi earlier, looking as if the middle-aged man had joined in returning a nod from the bald-headed man earlier.
"All right, your name?" The man's voice turned to look at Izumi with one hand directing the speaker funnel he was holding closer to his face.
"Well, we'll see the fight between Tiebout and Dante. We open the bet before the fight starts, so who wants to bet... We are happy" said the man back.
"Dante?" I said quietly with an occasional patting softly on her head Cia.
"You're there! Comehere! I want to make a bet," cried Haruki towards a man carrying a wooden box on his chest.