"You beat up my father and my grandmother, I cannot let you be!"
The brown-haired young woman, Arreta declared and the arena that Zoemi fixed mere moments earlier broke apart, and the debris flew straight to the brown-haired young woman to become armor for her arms.
This spell looked just like the one used by her grandmother, but Arreta's stone arms looked a bit slimmer and more agile than the one lady Auequas tried to use.
"...huh...? Wait, what...?! Where is the...?! I was just...!"
The black-haired boy flinched and straightened his back, turning around with a wild look in his eyes.
"Announce the start of the duel!"
Arreta roared at the gold-haired judge – who seemed to be even more confused than Zoemi.
"Rethaq...? Rethaq?! Where are you?!"
The man gasped, touching his head with his left hand and clutching his right hand around his heart, looking as if he was heaving a panic attack.
"Tsk...!"
