Fake Princess
CCLXXII Chapter
"Wuah is very crowded" said Eneas as we walked into the fighting building again.
"How many came just to watch this tournament? I thought, all the residents came here all today," Izumi moved her eyes glancing right and left.
"Because the winner will be the leader of this place, so it is appropriate that they watch the fight," Haruki continued walking in front.
"I still don't understand how the winner becomes the leader" I said slowly as one hand gripped Cia's shoulder tightly.
"I only heard from some traders. If this tradition is passed down here. And why winners can be leaders here, it's because... The loser will be the slave of the victor, the more the person collects his slave and if someone beats him... You can be sure what happened" said Haruki turned right.
"Where are you going?" Tukas Izumi looked at him.
"Those who participate in the tournament are required to gather first. That's why, I left my valuables to you Sa-chan," she said, turning around and walking further away.
"Needle?"
"The necklace belongs to his mother," I said, hand-holding Haruki's necklace and Zeki's necklace together.
"Is that so? Hurry up, or we will run out of seats with a crowd of people coming," said Izumi lowered his head, grabbed by him and held Cia while one hand held tightly to my hand.
"Don't go all the way, Aeneas, I won't look for you if you disappear here" Izumi said back, Aeneas turned to run towards us.
The three of us stepped into the place of the fight, as far as the eyes could see... All the earthen chairs that surround this place... There are almost people who occupy it.
Izumi pulled my hand past the line of men sitting down to watch the fight. With my body pulled to the side until his body stood beside me, I looked at Izumi who had glanced sharply at the line of men.
I sat beside Izumi who had held Cia in her lap, Aeneas who had previously walked behind me also sat next to me. I looked at Uki who raised his head from the bag I was carrying, I put my palm back to gently pat his head to go back to hiding.
A boisterous voice echoed, filling this place. Both of my palms closed Izumi's eyes as well as Eneas who was sitting on my right and left. Surrounding... One, two... Fifteen women came out from behind a hole in the wall of the battle field.
The women wore only a thin white cloth that covered their lower bodies. Their upper body... Become a consumption of everyone who is watching.
"I will order Kou to freeze you both if you dare to lower my hand from your eyes. And also nii-chan, the movement of your hand to cover Cia's eyes" I said in a slightly raised tone.
"I see," Izumi pointed her palm down Cia's face and stopped before Cia's eyes.
A boisterous shout was heard again as the sound of music was heard. The women moved their bodies dancing to the music they heard. To the right and to the left, then turning followed by increasingly boisterous cheers were heard.
I took a deep breath as the women's dance ended, I pulled back my hands that covered Izumi's eyes as well as Eneas's before. Several times I gave both my hands to beat the empty air just to relieve the aches that ran down both my arms.
The sound of boisterous cheers was heard now silent as the sound of trumpets replaced it. The middle-aged man who used to lead Izumi's fight event stepped forward into the middle of the field.
The middle-aged man raised a wooden funnel near his mouth... Whispers were heard again when the man was still silent but still without sound even though the wooden funnel had long approached his mouth.
"Tradition is back... The fallen will be a sacrifice for Deus. The winner, will be the highest seat," said the middle-aged man who was silent again the situation around.
"Fighters! Come closer!" Tukas man earlier with a high tone, his body slightly turned sideways with one hand raised forward.
One by one the men came out of the holes in the wall of the place. Some are large height, some have the highest body with a thin body, some are stocky with a lot of stamps due to burns on his body...
Some of them are only wearing a piece of cloth covering their lower bodies, some are wearing full armor, some are even wearing only ordinary clothes.
They were all standing behind the middle-aged man. Two large men entered the field holding up a large white cloth in their hands.
The two men walked more and more into the middle of the field and stopped in front of the middle-aged man. The two men moved a large cloth that they carried with them until dozens of weapons of various types and sizes fell in front of them.
I looked at the line of men, their eyes... The look in their eyes, all of them were fixed on that pile of weapons. Even the few of them who were standing in front, stepping their feet up little by little were advancing forward.
"Where is Haruki?" Izumi's words distract me, join me in looking for Haruki's figure in the middle of the crowd.
"How did he get the weapon he needed, if his body was not visible," Izumi continued, firmly grasping his right palm while his gaze was still fixed on the crowd.