"Ohhh! Noah's face is turning bright red! Could it be… he's going to lose consciousness because of this!?"
The commentator's excited voice made the audience surge back into high gear.
But Noah gritted her teeth and shouted over ragged breaths.
"N-no…! I'm still fighting!!"
At that, cheers erupted again from the venue.
Many audience members were stirred by Noah's fighting spirit.
Rigel, on the other hand, didn't care about the cheers at all. He simply watched Noah with calm eyes.
And he laughed again inside his head.
(You still haven't figured it out? That heat is my doing… Well, even if you do, it won't help you.)
Noah's face was beet red and a constant stream of sweat poured down her forehead.
"Damn it… This heat… what the hell is going on…!"
Noah muttered to herself, but there was no answer.
Meanwhile, Rigel was grinning wickedly.
"Even though your full plate armor hid your face, you have a surprisingly pretty face."
At Rigel's sudden words, Noah froze for an instant.
