As Arid finished his preparations going on stage, the dwarf stood beside Alfred.
"Will it work?" Alfred asked.
"It should master. Arid will definitely win, but surviving after using that Rune is not something I can guarantee."
"Good! not at all a bad idea, and even if he survives, we will just report him for breaking the rules of the Round Table." Alfred smirked as he turned and walked away.
Arid stepped into the arena. he wore the ceremonial attire of the Diligent family, with the crest of sword and blood boldly on one side of his chest.
he looked heroic, and as one would expect, they were women within the audience that had their eyes on him, screaming for him, and waving to get his attention.
In any land, strength was always admired. besides, there was the off chance that he might actually win and become the heir to the seat of the head of the Diligence family.
Such position of incredible power was attractive to any woman.
