Samael Astreas sat in an exquisite small pavilion floating outside several barriers surrounding vast duel stages. Next to him was Victor Earendel, the 2nd Prince.
The two of them watched with indifference as hundreds of princes and princesses moved in the large venue, preparing for the competition.
The ranked princes were seated in a larger pavilion a few few million below. They were only a few dozen of them and they too would have a competition later on.
"Competition for those unranked mongrels and for these ranked weaklings. Tsk, why waste time? Can't we just knock down this woman?" Victor leaned back into his seat, gripping his armrest with a pissed off expression.
The 7th Prince glanced at him with a calm gaze and spoke nonchalantly. "As the administrators of the empire, we have to follow certain procedures."
"And what if I don't wanna?"
"…These are set by God Emperor."
