Sianor sighed as he surveyed the situation unfolding in the arena. "Tch… this has really gotten out of hand."
Floren stood beside him, raising his fan to his face before snapping it shut and tapping it lightly against his palm.
"Yeah," he muttered. "I never expected a demon lord to join the tournament."
He turned to Sianor, resting the closed fan against his chin. "Remind me once again... Was that ever part of the agreement?"
Without waiting for an answer, he looked back toward the arena. Heinkel had never mentioned anything about involving a demon lord in battle.
Sianor shook his head, irritation clear on his face. "No, he didn't. And that's exactly what makes this situation even more frustrating."
A few steps behind them, Dahlia began walking forward, arms crossed.
"I understand," she said calmly, "but getting angry won't help. We don't even know how far this will go yet, do we?"
