Violent, thunderous sounds kept erupting without pause… the arenas everywhere were stirred by fierce, raging battles.
Before Louis stood the little girl of the third rank, radiating a concentrated and powerful aura.
Her eyes drifted toward the other battlefields.
"It seems they've started arriving… which means," the girl murmured, "that all the subordinates here are stronger than what second-rank lords can handle."
She turned her gaze back to Louis.
"You don't seem surprised by my strength?" the small third-rank lady asked. She paused briefly, then added,
"Is your master of the third rank?"
She received no answer.
Louis stood at a distance, finally regaining the rhythm of her breathing.
"Her strikes are strong… truly strong," she whispered. "But… if I guide her attacks to strike my gloves a few times… she'll definitely fall."
Louis stood twenty meters away.
Her eyes remained fixed on the small girl across from her, while her mind worked rapidly behind that calm exterior.
