In the fourth circle, Priscilla was doing her best not to get knocked out. Most of the time, she ignored all of the participants that approached her with her unbelievable speed.
Then she continued to run and dodge the attacks thrown at her. He was doing what Kizeler told her to do.
"Let them play with themselves, conserve your energy, and strike them when they are all exhausted," she uttered her friend's advice.
However, a man smashed the ground, and the landscape in their circle changed. Spikes started to protrude from the land, and cracks appeared.
Priscilla halted her skating after the ground shook and a piece of land blocked her path.
"You're not free to move anymore; come and have fun with us." A man stepped forward while spinning the sickle in his hand.
"I hope you didn't forget us; we're here to avenge our friend who got bullied by your little prince." Another man spoke; he had knives between his fingers.
'Damn it,' Priscilla thought, as soon as she saw that the three men cornering her were of higher rank than her.
The man in front was a ruby-class, while the two others were emerald-class mercenaries.
Then, the person holding a sickle let out a smile and dashed in Priscilla's direction while evading the spikes on the ground.
"I'll show you how an assassin takes down his prey," he uttered.
And then his body started to blur, and he faded from Priscilla's field of vision. The next second, she felt a gust of wind go straight into her stomach. She quickly rolled backwards, but she bumped into a wall. Then she saw the same man who made the spikes touching the ground and smiling at her.
Knives flew in her direction, and she got hit at her shoulder, giving her intense pain and making her moan a little.
After that, she felt her right side burning; it was cut, and then she received a punch from the abdomen.
She fell to her knees, and a figure slowly appeared on her front. She raised her head while hugging her stomach and looked at the man, who was licking her blood from his sickle.
"Where's your prince now?" He asked and pretended to scan the sea of people watching them.
Despite the pain, Priscilla stood up and smiled at the man.
She raised her hand and curled her fingers except for the middle one. Her actions brought fury to the man, and he slashed his weapon at Priscilla's neck.
However, she blocked the blade through the tip of her roller skates, and then she tumbled upward and gave the man another kick on the head with her left foot.
Priscilla's counterattack didn't connect, and the man faded into the surroundings again. But she didn't let her mistake happen twice; she jumped into the spikes and moved away from the place where the man disappeared.
She ran towards his companion. She couldn't use her Legacy to its maximum extent, but her speed was enough to dodge the knives and the spikes coming beneath her.
And when she was just several meters away from them, she accelerated once more. The two men remained in their position, and a wall made of land rose on their front to block Priscilla's path.
However, contrary to their expectations, the woman slid through the wall and landed at their side with her hands, and then her leg spun around and the tip of her feet, which were covered with metal from her roller skates, slapped them on the head.
The heavy attack that was enhanced by Priscilla's Legacy and strengthened by her energy left the two men lying on the ground.
However, she knitted her brows due to the pain she felt from the wound at the side of her stomach. Blood dripped from her leather armor, and her eyes were starting to dim. But the battle was not over; a lot of people were still standing, and she knew that the man would come at her any second from now.
And she was right; seconds later, something pierced her armor and stabbed her underneath the chest. Her blood splattered as the invisible force pulled the weapon out of her body, and she fell to the ground.
In that instance, she heard a familiar voice, though she didn't pay attention due to the fact that it was impossible for that person to be here.
So she raised her head to watch out for the next incoming attack, but her vision was slowly fading. Then a figure plunged at her front.
"K-kizeler?" She murmured.
All that she could see was the man's back and his messy black hair; however, she was sure that it was her friend.
'Sorry,' she thought before closing her eyes.
. . . . .
A few seconds earlier, where the audience was located, Trix was staring at Priscilla with a heavy heart. She didn't expect that a group of three people would corner and gank her.
"Kizeler, please do something. She's bleeding, Oh my!" Trix expressed her concern while her hand was covering her mouth as she saw Priscilla had been cut at the side.
She was worried about her friend, but the man beside her was watching like it was nothing. If she could fight, she would probably jump in there without hesitation to save her friend.
Then after, Kizeler stood up from his seat and walked to the direction where the king was located.
"Hey, where are you going? That's not the way into the field!" Trix yelled.
But he didn't halt his steps, and what happened next caused a commotion near the king's seat.
"Send me in the fourth circle," Kizeler said as soon as he approached the grand mage.
Seth looked at the owner of the voice and eyed him, then shook his head. He was disappointed after seeing the man's name plate with a green crystal embedded in it.
'Emerald?' he thought.
He was about to reject him and teach him a lesson when the king spoke.
"Do it! Send him in there," he said.
The people in the area were shocked upon hearing their king's order.
Even Lexel, who was watching the fights, averted her gaze from the battle and looked at his father with her mouth wide open.
Kizeler looked at the king, but he didn't show even an ounce of gratitude. Instead, he replied with a voice filled with arrogance.
"If you're thinking that this is enough to forgive you, I'm sorry, but it isn't," he said.
His answer left deeper questions in the crowd, especially for the princess. Then Lexel tried to remember if she knew the man, but she couldn't trace a single memory about him.
Kizeler looked at the grand mage once again.
"You heard him, I guess," he said.
Then Seth abided by the king's command, and in just a second, a magic circle appeared beneath Kizeler's feet, and as soon as it glowed, he vanished.
'Your son's hatred for me is still the same as the day you left,' the king thought upon seeing Kizeler's face shown inside the magic crystal.
. . . . .
The young patriarch was sent into the battlefield as he wanted; however, he couldn't see where Priscilla was. So he ran while looking around; he analyzed his current direction while evading the clash of the other participants.
Then he saw the spikes that had cornered Priscilla earlier. He followed their track and found his friend in the distance.
He ran towards her, but the next scene brought out his rage. He saw her get stabbed and fall, which made him jolt forward.
"No! Don't you dare lay your hands on her!" He yelled after seeing that a man had appeared in front of her and was preparing to strike her on the head.
In that split second, he focused all of his energy on his leg and propelled himself in Priscilla's direction. He felt a thorn plucked out of his heart as soon as he arrived on time to parry the man's blade.
"You're too much; killing a person is prohibited at this event," he said while gritting his teeth.
Kizeler's sudden appearance surprised the man. After all, he knew that he was not a participant in the event, but he grinned after thinking that he could now exact their revenge on both of them.
"The prince rescuing her damsel in distress—what a touching scenario," he teased Kizeler while ignoring what he said about the rules.
Then, the man activated his Legacy once again and disappeared before Kizeler's eyes.
Kizeler took a stance and focused his senses on his surroundings. He wanted to use his Legacy, but it needed to have eye contact for it to activate its effect.
To sum it up, it was pretty useless against opponents that he couldn't see. He did his best to remember his fight against the chameleon monster under the demon's command.
He closed his eyes and enhanced his hearing with his energy, then allocated some to strengthen his already abnormal smelling capability. He determined the noise from other places and focused his senses to distinguish it from the movements around him.
Soon, he heard nothing but the speck of dust that resulted from the steps of the man charging at him. Then he predicted the man's position, using the strange smell of sweat that lingered in the air.
'A slash aiming for my throat from the left,' he thought after he heard the slightest whistling of the sickle coming at him.
He raised his sword and blocked the attack with its tip, then rotated its blade before stabbing the man; however, the mercenary was able to dodge his attack.
He was surprised that Kizeler pinpointed his exact location, but that was not enough to stop him. He pulled another sickle from his back and attacked Kizeler with the intention of killing him.
Then they exchanged blows, and every time they blocked each other's weapon. An ear piercing sound echoed from their place.
'A faint,' Kizeler thought, and he retracted his sword to parry the sickle coming straight at his left side before blocking the man's main attack below his stomach.
Then the mercenary leaped backwards to assess the situation. His opponent's eyes were closed the whole time, but all of his attacks didn't hit.
'His rank didn't match his abilities,' he thought. 'I need to change my strategy.'
Then he deactivated his Legacy, before taunting Kizeler.
"You can open your eyes now; I won't disappear again. I'm tired of draining my energy for nothing," he said.
"Oh? Are you sure about that?" Kizeler asked, then charged at the man with his eyes still closed.
Then, the moment their weapons collided, Kizeler opened his eyes, which resulted in the man's demise.
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