There was no distinction between a special seat and an ordinary seat in the magic arena of Melrose.
So for the first time in many years, Count Cruz sat with a group of civilians.
He did not mind sitting with a group of civilians. What he really cared about was the atmosphere in the magic arena.
The grass used for the competition had long been deserted. Weeds had grown out from the cracks in the ground.
The feeling of desolation was unbearable for Count Cruz. The most dilapidated arena he had ever seen was also stained with dark red blood on the ground, not these weeds.
Count Cruz observed the audience around him. They were mostly young people. Judging from their attire, most of them were apprentices from the Magic Academy.
Their expressions were also very confused. They did not know what to look at in front of the deserted arena.
“Welcome to the venue of the Nolan Open Competition!”
