In the center of the oval-shaped Great Arena.
The young Count, wearing a golden mask helmet and draped in a black cloak embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle, guided his majestic red warhorse from the shadows into the sunlight.
Grapes seemed a bit uneasy, pawing at the muddy ground, as if not quite used to such a noisy environment.
Losa hung his shield on the hook of the saddle, gently patted its helmet-covered head, and reassured it: "This is our first battle side by side, so give me some face, alright?"
The spectators in the stands were abuzz. Although the announcer had briefly introduced Losa, they still had no impression of this young Crusader Marquis.
"Is this Losa the new barbarian general recruited by the Empire?"
"The Habsburg Family, such an unfamiliar name."
"Yes, I remember now, this General Losa seems to be the inventor of that Gwent Card game. I recall his card effects were quite powerful."
"Can he really do it?"
