"Your Majesty, my name is Hasifa. I am but a poor market woman who sells vegetables on the daily. My son here is called… was called Hashman. He was a youth who had been accepted to our school of Sand Arts as an Elite Student due to his high talent."
When she revealed the background of her son, the faces of all those present changed. Now it made sense to others why Darius took this matter seriously, because it wasn't one he could brush away easily!
"Recently, the Tri-Semester Competition came to an end, and my son had won the championship against his rival, a lass named Hephzibah. The two of them had never seen eye to eye, so before the tournament, they made a wager. If either one of them ended up as the champion, the loser would become the winner's slave."
"After winning, this should be when my son enjoyed the fruits of his victory, but rather, the vile Hephzibah girl was unwilling to fulfill her part of the bargain."
