On the field of the ironmonger’s side.
Aitke stood on the field with his head held high in the ironmonger’s knight armor. He could see the figure of his father, Count Cruz, at the top of the audience stand.
When the brass dragon read out his name and identity, Aitke raised his hand high.
The people from the country of steel shouted his name. This scene did not make AITEC feel any pride or honor. The huge pressure seemed to have increased the weight of the armor by more than ten times.
Aitec felt a little breathless, but he had to win... he had to win.
He had to win the title and prove it to his father.
While Alterk was thinking, the brass dragon had already introduced all the members of the cast irons. The team leader led the cast irons to the hall of silence.
“I’ve read the predictions of this match on the Spellcaster Forum. Alterk, the Spellcaster Forum thinks that Master Fuya will suppress you unilaterally.”
