"Clara Denkin"
"Yes!"
Clarence turned to Bernard, who had a slightly annoyed face and said,
"She is an elf, we are demons. Did you forget about the history between demons and humans? No other race has had that much of wars like we had. It's okay if she fights. You. Can. Not."
Bernard knew all of this, so he just nodded.
The match in the stadium had started, Clara's opponent was a blue robed young man who seemed to be of similar age.
Clarence looked around and found the betting booth a couple of meters away. He was right, how could battle stadiums of all places not have a betting booth. He stood up and walked over to the booth.
When he reached there, he read the odds and understood they were in favor of Clara. But he still put his bets on the blue robed man and returned to his seat.
He just flashed a grin to his teammates who were silently watching him. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and replayed the battle.
