Even beneath the archway, the whispers reached the line of waiting students.
Eran's eyes flicked up from the shadowed edge, catching a faint glimpse of movement above the glare. The crowd's tone told him enough. His mind pieced it together.
So… the crystalline-haired boy from earlier… he's here again. Watching.
His gaze sharpened faintly.
'Then I was right. He's not just another noble. That's high-blood presence.' He thought.
Girzar straightened again, his tone lowering but carrying with power as he turned once more to the arena.
"One final match," he said, each word deliberate.
The crowd leaned in as he unfurled his scroll, mana flickering faintly along its edges. His fingers traced the runes, and the script glowed, releasing a faint hum through the arena's crest above.
He exhaled softly... then announced:
"Next match… Miyu Valerane versus Eran Vale."
The entire crowd stilled.
Gasps. Disbelief.
"M-Miyu...?"
"The first potential noble in class—against him!"
