"Welcome to the home of warriors, fighters."
The elegant cry drew the attention of all participants to the owner of the voice.
The upper level of the arena.
A snowishly gray-haired woman stood on a balcony specially set up to look down.
"Witch…"
One of the preliminaries muttered.
Calling the princess of the Duchy a witch was blasphemous in every sense, but no one criticized.
Rather, they all looked at Leslie with vehement looks, as if agreeing with him.
Leslie didn't seem to care about such stares, and she continued.
"Today, you all have come here to prove your worth as warriors. However, this fight, this tournament will be a bloody battle in which lives cannot be guaranteed. There will be no one to give a hand. So if you are afraid, turn back right now."
There was no one retreating.
Leslie put on a satisfied expression.
"Welcome, warriors."
Krrrgh!
The thick arena door opened and the assigned personnel began checking their plaques before letting the participants enter.
