"So, Baron Atreus…?! What kind of death will you choose in this arena?!"
Baron Chev's loud shout echoed the cheers of the spectators in the arena.
It seemed like none of the spectators were supporting me.
The entire arena crowd, predominantly Thornvale residents, was hoping for my beheading.
"KILL VERMILLION! FINISH HIM!"
"BARON CHEV! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! HE'S THE ONE WHO DISTURBED OUR IRRIGATION CHANNELS!"
"BEHEAD!"
"BEHEAD!"
"BEHEAD!"
"BEHEAD!"
Well, hearing thousands of people want me beheaded in this arena was a new experience for me.
I saw Baron Chev point his sword at me again, then smile like a psychopath eager to dismember his enemy.
"Did you hear that, Baron Atreus…?! They want you to die a horrible death in this arena…! It's my right, as the highest leader of Thornvale, to execute their demand…!"
Baron Chev disappeared from my sight in the blink of an eye.
I knew that bastard was moving again with his strongest shadow step technique.
