Two days later, within the castle...
Fiona prepared for the Academic Exchange, sipping tea in her room.
"Where is he?" Fiona inquired of the maid, taking a delicate sip from her teacup.
"He hasn't emerged from his room for the past two days, ma'am. We have no information about his activities inside that room, but at times, we've heard loud noises emanating from it," the maid reported.
"What kind of noises?" Fiona questioned, her expression puzzled.
"Noises like heavy metallic items being stomped on and the sounds of wood breaking. We've only gone to deliver food to the room every morning, noon, and night. He never permits anyone to enter," the maid replied.
"Well, it seems it's time to find out what he's been up to for the past two days," Fiona declared, rising and making her way towards Anon's room.
"As you wish, miss. I'm also quite curious about his activities," the maid murmured, her voice low, as she followed Fiona.
As the two walked through the corridors, they noticed something amiss – there were no servants bustling about as they usually did.
"Where are all the servants?" Fiona asked, a bewildered expression on her face.
"I don't know, My Queen. It does seem unusual," the maid responded.
Ignoring the situation, they continued directly to Anon's room. Upon reaching it, they found a large gathering of maids and butlers standing outside, attempting to eavesdrop on something behind the door.
"Well, it seems this answers my earlier question," Fiona commented, observing the crowd.
"Oi Cunts, why are you all standing here? Don't you have work to do? You fucking Scumbags, get back to your fucking work." the maid bellowed loudly, addressing the entire assembly of servants. Her commanding tone sent everyone scurrying away, even giving Fiona a slight scare.
"Her voice can still intimidate and repel potential threats for a few seconds. I wonder when I'll get used to it," Fiona mumbled softly.
"My Queen, please proceed," the maid said, bowing and guiding Fiona towards Anon's door.
"Very well," Fiona replied, moving towards the door and knocking on it.
Knock-knock-knock
"Come in... It's open," Anon's voice called from within.
Fiona promptly stepped aside, and the maid opened the door for her.
Upon entering the room, they were met with utter darkness, not a single ray of light to be seen.
"Open the curtains, Maria, I can't see anything inside this dark room." the Queen ordered.
"Yes, My Queen," Maria replied, hurrying to the windows and drawing back the curtains. The room was bathed in bright sunlight.
Fiona surveyed the room and her expression shifted to one of shock.
The room was in complete disarray. Cupboards were broken, the metallic components of the beds were bent into strange shapes, and mattresses lay scattered on the floor.
White walls were shattered, bearing the marks of footprints as though someone had run vertically upon them.
"What on earth has he been doing in this room?" Fiona wondered aloud as she scanned the wreckage, trying to locate Anon.
"Mr. Jule, Where are you ?" She called out loud.
*Thud*
Suddenly, a piece of wood fell from the ceiling.
Fiona and Maria looked up in alarm, observing a piano, a large harp, and a massive copper wardrobe plummeting towards them.
"Ma'am, stay behind me," Maria ordered loudly, creating a small mana defensive circle around both of them.
Fiona quickly took refuge behind Maria and closed her eyes.
Thud... Thud... BANG!
Everything crashed down, but Maria's protective skill shielded them from harm.
*Tik-tak*
*Thud*
The pile of debris began to move and a hand emerged from it.
Maria summoned two gleaming golden swords, assuming a defensive stance.
"My Queen, please stay behind me at all times," Maria instructed, her eyes filled with cold blood expression akin to a murderer.
Thud-thud...
Suddenly, Anon's head emerged from the rubble, his gaze locking onto Maria and Fiona.
"Hmm... Were you standing right below me?" Anon asked, perplexed.
"Explain Yourself ? Why did you attempt to harm the Queen?" Maria demanded, pointing her sword at Anon.
"Hmm... But she's standing perfectly fine behind you," Anon replied, confusion in his voice.
"You just tried to harm her moments ago. If I hadn't been here, she might be dead now. Explain yourself immediately," Maria threatened with her intimidating voice, her golden sword poised near Anon's throat.
"Okay, first of all, remove this thing from in front of my face," Anon requested, flicking his finger on the tip of Maria's sword.
"Secondly, I was merely doing push-ups with these items strapped to my body. Look, there's the pole I was using for the push-ups," Anon pointed towards the ceiling, stepping out of the wreckage Anon removed the thick ropes from his body.
As the ropes fell away, his eight-pack abs were unveiled to both of them.
Maria's face turned crimson as she gazed upon Anon's physique.
"What? You were doing push-ups with all these items strapped to you? Do you even comprehend the value of these items?" Fiona asked upon emerging from her hiding place.
"I was until you interrupted me by opening the curtains. Here's the money for the compensation," Anon replied, tossing a platinum coin towards Fiona.
Fiona was astounded by this, though she maintained her composure and acted as if she didn't care.
"Well, I'm here to remind you about the event. Today is the Academic Exchange, if you recall," Fiona said with a straight face.
Maria dispelled her defensive armor and once again took her place behind the Queen.
"Oh, it's already been two days, huh?" Anon remarked, seemingly perplexed.
"Yes, now get ready. I don't want to be late for the opening ceremony," the Queen instructed.
"Yes," Anon replied, turning and heading towards the bathroom.
Maria and Fiona left the room quietly. As Maria prepared to return her golden swords to their sheaths, she noticed something peculiar – the tip of the golden sword that Anon had flicked with his finger was cracked.
"But... This sword is made from the scales of a golden dragon?" Maria pondered, her confusion evident as she examined the sword.
Fiona sat in her room, reviewing the speech she would deliver on stage later that day. Today, she wore her elegant green Royal dress, complete with her crown and makeup.
She had this Royal Air around her that felt natural.
Knock-knock-Knock
A sudden knock echoed on her door.
"Come in," Fiona called.
A butler dressed entirely in black entered the room, his age appearing to be around 1500 years. He had a white beard and black eyes, wearing glasses.
"Madam, your carriage is waiting at the front door," the butler informed Fiona.
Fiona promptly rose from her chair and looked at the butler. "Is our guest ready, Charlie?"
"It appears so, ma'am," Charlie replied with a smile.
"Then let's go," Fiona said as she started walking towards the exit door.
"Yes, ma'am," Charlie responded, bowing and holding the door open for the Queen to pass through.
As Fiona entered the main hall, she spotted Anon approaching from the other side, dressed handsomely in a black suit. His long hair added to his charm, and the way he held his cigar and slipped one hand into his pocket oozed confidence. Two flushed maids followed closely behind him.
'This guy is so handsome, I wish I can spend only one night with him.' One of the maids thought as she looked at Anon.
"You look rather dashing in black, Mr. Jule," the Queen complimented.
"I know," Anon replied with a smile, taking a pair of round sunglasses out from his inventory.
"What are those for ? Do you have vision problems ?" the Queen inquired, puzzled because in this time there was no concept of sunglasses.
"No, these are special glasses, custom-made to protect my eyes from sunlight," Anon explained, showing the sunglasses to Fiona.
"Hmm...? Are your eyes weak against Sunlight ?" Fiona asked with a confused expression.
"No, I am perfectly fine." Anon replied.
"So, are you a glassmaker?" Fiona asked again.
"No, let's just go," Anon said, donning the sunglasses, which transformed his appearance into even more sexier.
"Wow, you do look even more handsome now," Fiona praised.
'Master, don't fall for her flattery. She will definitely try to manipulate you like she did to me, before selling me to slave traders, i can't forget this bitch's trap from that day.
She said she wanted to take me out for a hunt because I am looking so beautiful and-' Jessica's voice echoed in Anon's mind but before she could've finished her story and interrupted her.
'I know, Luv. Don't worry. I doubt a woman like her can easily manipulate my mind, My mind is a machine that no one can easily manipulate and you think this chick can do that ?' Anon replied as he assisted Fiona into the carriage.
However, as he was about to step into the carriage with her, Jessica intervened.
'Don't enter that carriage, master. My sister has a habit of making fun of everyone. The moment you sit in that carriage and close the door, she'll kick you out and ridicule you in front of the servants to put you in your place,
Always hated this bitchy habit of hers.' Jessica explained.
Anon glanced around and saw that all the servants from throughout the house were watching him as if waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly a smile appeared on Anon's face.
'Thanks for the heads-up, Luv. Your sister seems to have quite the twisted fetish, huh?' Anon remarked as he took a step back and shut the carriage doors.
"Hmm... Clever boy, looks like I can really win this time." Fiona commented with a smile as she looked toward the closed door.
"Well, kid, you did a good thing. The servants were about to burst into laughter at your expense," Charlie said, opening the door to another carriage for Anon.
"Thanks, Charlie. I prefer my own carriage anyway," Anon stated as he entered his carriage and Charlie closed the gate.
Thirteen carriages, all marked with royal insignia, were dispatched from the castle. Everyone who crossed paths with them immediately bowed in respect.
"Weak always bows, but the strong always fight," Anon thought, smiling as he observed the bowing onlookers.
'The carriages arrived in front of a grand colosseum, the largest in the Elven Kingdom. It was used for only two purposes, one of which was the Academic Exchange' Jessica explained.
'Wait, are you following me?' Anon asked with a puzzled expression.
'Of course, I am. Look out the window of your carriage,' Jessica replied.
Anon glanced out and saw Jessica sitting in one of the colosseum's windows.
'What's the other purpose for this colosseum?' Anon asked with a confused expression.
'It's used to determine the leader of an upper noble family. If two suitable candidates in an upper noble family wish to see who is more capable of leading, they fight to the death here,' Jessica explained.
Creak
Suddenly, a maid opened the door to Anon's carriage. "Sir, please step down. Everyone is waiting for you," she said.
"Yes," Anon replied, disembarking and walking into the colosseum.
Many academies were present near the colosseum, with over a hundred participating in the tournament each year. Each academy had a unique flag, and their carriages bore these flags.
Anon noticed that all eyes were on him, even more than on the Queen herself.
"What are you doing?" Fiona whispered softly.
"What am I doing?" Anon asked, puzzled.
"Take out your cigar. When you're walking with royalty and if you're not a butler or a woman, you should always have a cigar in your hand," Fiona instructed.
"Really?" Anon asked, surprised.
"Yes."
"As you wish," Anon said, retrieving a cigar from his inventory and lighting it with a fireball spell.
Hello, My Queen. It's nice to see you again." An old lady around 1800 years greeted the Queen by bowing down. She looked around 50 years in looks. Brown hairs, Green eyes, fair skin colour and extra long ears.
"Hello, Mrs. Glen. It's nice to see you too." Fiona replied.
She is Mrs. Glen, a wealthy woman who has a knack for ladies make up. She owns almost every factory that produces natural beauty products for royal ladies.
She always comes to this contest with her grandson and for the last three years, no one is able to defeat her grandson, Maison.
"So you brought your grandson again, Huh ?" Fiona asked.
"I did. You see he is my lucky charm hahaha and they say three time is a charm." She laughed as she mocked Fiona.
"Ahha... you are right." Fiona fake laughed in front of her.
"Umm... is she mocking the Elven Queen ?" Anon asked Charlie in a very low voice.
"She is Mr. Jule. She has a very big attitude and she mocks Madam Fiona everytime she comes to this tournament." Charlie whispered.
"Well, isn't she the queen ? Can't she just kill her ?" Anon asked with a confused expression.
"It's not that easy sir." Charlie replied.
"So, whom do you bring this time ?" Mrs. Glen inquired.
"Well, i bring him." Fiona spoke as she pointed towards Anon.
"Hello, Gentleman. You look handsome." Mrs. Glen spoke as she showed Anon her hand.
'Hmm...? She Wants me to kiss her hand right, Jessica ?' Anon asked.
'Yes.' Jessica replied.
"Hello, Ma'am." Anon spoke as he didn't kiss her arm and just took a puff out of the cigar.
Puff-Puff
Afterward, he exhaled the smoke on her face.
Cough-Cough-Cough
"Not a very gentlemanly guy this time, Fiona ?" Mrs. Glen commented, coughing from the smoke.
"What can I say? The gentleman kept losing every time, so I thought, why not bring a real man this time who is not so gentle ?" Fiona replied with a smile.
"HoHoHo... So, he's your man, huh?" Mrs. Glen inquired with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am," Fiona replied with a smile.
"Why is he wearing those glasses? Does he have vision problems?" Mrs. Glen questioned.
"No, they protect his eyes from sunlight," Fiona answered.
"What's your name, young man?" Mrs. Glen asked.
"Jule," Anon replied, taking another puff from his cigar.
"Well, Jule, you should meet my grandson. He's also participating in this tournament and has won it for the last three years. Oh my God, what am I talking about? You should already know him, right?" Mrs. Glen said mockingly.
Snap
Snapping his fingers, Anon dusted off the burnt end of the cigar and removed his glasses.
"I actually don't know your grandson. You see, I have a rather small memory, so I only remember important things," Anon replied with a smile.
"Hehehe..." Fiona chuckled quietly.
"You... Well, that's not a bad thing. I'll introduce you to him right now. MAISON!" Mrs. Glen called out for her grandson, starting with an angry tone but quickly calming down.
"Yes, Grandmother. Did you call?" Maison replied, rushing toward them. He had a muscular body, stood at 6'2", had brown hair, blue eyes, long pointed ears, an average face with a small scar on his right eye, and bulging biceps.
"Did you greet the Queen?" Mrs. Glen asked.
"No, but I will—" Before Maison could say more, Mrs. Glen gave him a firm slap on the back.
Bonk
"Where are your manners, young man? Haven't I taught you anything?" Mrs. Glen scolded, her expression angry.
"Haha... I'm sorry, Grandmother. May the Queen live long," Maison said as he immediately knelt and kissed Fiona's hand.
"Thank you, Maison," the Queen replied with a smile.
"Meet him too, Maison. He's the one Fiona has chosen to fight in the tournament this year as the Queen's candidate," Mrs. Glen said, pointing to Anon.
"Oh, so you're the candidate this time, huh?" Maison said, smiling with an attitude as he approached Anon.
Anon, who had been standing with his hands in his pockets, just stared at Maison with a straight face.
"I am," Anon replied, noticing that Maison had come too close to him.
"Why aren't you saying anything, boy? Are you scared of me?" Maison taunted with a smile.
Anon remained silent, gazing at Maison's face.
"Hey, Grandson, why are you trying to scare him?" Mrs. Glen spoke up.
"Hahaha... I was just kidding. Come here and give me a hug, kid," Maison said as he hugged Anon.
"Kid, run now. I'm going to beat you up badly, and trust me, you won't have a pleasant experience," Maison whispered into Anon's ear, tightening his grip on Anon's hands as he hugged him.
'Oh... you want to play this game, huh? Well, I'm always up for this type of game,' Anon thought as he took his hands out of his pockets and wrapped them around Maison's back.
'What? How can he still move his hands, even after I—' Maison began to think but was immediately interrupted as he felt something wrong with his back.
His back was being squeezed with tremendous pressure.
"Well, we'll see who runs away," Anon whispered in his ear with a smile.
Crack
Suddenly, a cracking sound occurred, and both of them separated from each other.
"Well, I'll see you in a bit. I need to go to the restroom," Maison said as he quickly headed to the washroom.
"I suppose it's time for my speech. I'll go now; come, Mr. Jule," Fiona said, waving at Jule.
"Yes, ma'am. Goodbye, old lady," Anon said as he followed Fiona into the Colosseum.
"Did he just call me an old lady?" Mrs. Glen wondered in confusion.
Inside the washroom...
"That bastard dislocated my shoulder... how strong is he?" Maison muttered as he examined his dislocated shoulder and gave it a slight massage with his fingers.
He then slammed his shoulder against the wall, re-locating it.
"Fiona brought a real monster this time, huh?" Maison thought as he left the washroom.
Anon and Fiona entered the Colosseum, and everyone rose to their feet upon their arrival.
The Colosseum was massive from the inside, with seating for as many as five football stadiums combined.
There was a designated area at the top for the Queen and other upper nobles to sit, offering a high-angle view of the matches.
Fiona proceeded toward that area...
"Long Live the Queen."
"Long Live the Queen."
"Long Live the Queen."
"Long Live the Queen."
As Fiona entered, everyone inside stood up and greeted her.
Fiona nodded and proceeded directly to her Royal chair, positioned at the front of all the seats.
Beside her chair was Anon's chair.
They both sat down and turned their attention to the arena.
A man with a black mask on his face approached the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today we are gathered here for the most exciting event of the year: the ACADEMIC EXCHANGE TOURNAMENT," the announcer declared with great enthusiasm.
"Wooooow..."
Clap-Clap-Clap
The audience erupted in applause and cheers.
"I am Sam, your announcer and commentator for the next month. So, get ready to hear my voice for the next month. Now, to start this tournament, I'd like the Queen of the Elven Kingdom to say a few words and guide us towards wisdom," Sam announced, motioning towards Fiona.
Fiona stood up and walked a few steps forward...
"My dear students, you are all here today to represent..." Fiona began speaking, and for the next 40 minutes, she didn't pause for even a second.
After 40 minutes had passed, she uttered her final sentence...
"... May the gods bless all of you, and may only the deserving candidate emerge victorious," Fiona announced as she sat down again.
Anon had fallen asleep, his glasses concealing his slumber.
"I thank you, my Queen, and I offer my blessings to all the academies as well.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's the moment we've all been waiting for. We are about to perform the final sacred ritual to commence this Academic Exchange Event: 'The Blowing Of The Holy Trumpet,'" the commentator, Sam, announced.
"It's your turn. Don't mess it up, okay?" Fiona said as she looked at Anon. However, she noticed that Anon was continuously staring at the sky with his sunglasses on.
"Oi, are you sleeping?" Fiona asked, touching Anon's cheek with her finger.
"Hmm...? What happened? Is it my turn already?" Anon woke up and looked around in confusion.
"Calm down, Mr. Jule. It's not your fault; you are a man, after all," the Queen reassured as she turned her attention back to the commentator.
'What does she mean by that? I will not tolerate such disrespect,' Anon thought as he glanced at Fiona.
'Master, it's your time to blow the trumpet,' Jessica's voice echoed in Anon's mind.
'What trumpet?' Anon asked with a puzzled expression.
'Do you see that large trumpet on the Colosseum's wall?' Jessica asked.
Anon immediately looked around and noticed a massive white trumpet made from bones mounted on the Colosseum.
'Wow... that's a trumpet? I thought it was just a large bone or something. Do I have to blow it?' Anon was amazed as he gazed at the colossal trumpet on the wall.
'No, master. They will bring you a smaller trumpet, and you will have to blow that one,' Jessica explained.
'Oh... okay, but why is that trumpet over there?' Anon inquired.
'That was used only once when this tournament was held for the first time in the Elven Kingdom... I think it was 5000 years ago. After that, no one was able to blow that trumpet. It takes a very high physical toll on your body to pick it up and blow air into it.
No Elf can blow it alone. You need at least 10 Elves just to lift it. That's why they will give you a smaller version of this trumpet. Look behind you; the servants are coming to you with the trumpet,' Jessica informed.
Anon turned around immediately and saw an identical but smaller trumpet in a servant's hand.
"I would like to request our today's guest, Mr. Jule, who also represents the Queen of our kingdom in this Academic Exchange Event, to blow the Trumpet and start this tournament," Sam announced.
Anon stood up from his chair, grabbed the trumpet from the servant's hand, which was crafted from a Demon Bull's horn with a textured grip.
'How do I play it?' Anon asked.
'Just keep it facing towards the sky and blow air with full pressure into its hole. That will do the job,' Jessica explained.
'Okay...' Anon said as he placed his mouth on the trumpet's hole and blew air into it with full pressure.
Crack
Boooom
Suddenly, the trumpet burst due to the high air pressure.
"Ah, shit. I am sorry... I was—" Anon began to speak but stopped when he saw Fiona.
"No problem, bring him another one," Fiona ordered the servant.
"Ahahah... it seems Mr. Jule used too much strength. Well, there's a reason why our Queen chose him," Sam tried to break the silence after the awkward incident.
The servant brought another trumpet and handed it to Anon.
"Mr. Jule, apply less pressure while blowing," Mrs. Glen advised with a smile.
Anon took the trumpet and blew it again, this time with half the pressure.
Crack
Booom
The trumpet broke again.
Silence engulfed the entire Colosseum.
"What is wrong with this kid?"
"Why is he flaunting his strength?"
"What an arrogant individual!"
"Why did the Queen select someone with such an attitude?"
The audience began to talk negatively about Anon.
"Mr. Jule, is this a joke? Because it's not funny anymore," Fiona asked.
"I'm not joking. I used only half the pressure that I used in the first attempt. Hey, get me another one," Anon said.
The servant promptly returned with another trumpet and handed it to Anon.
Anon held the trumpet in his hands and examined it carefully.
'This time I'll blow with my minimum possible capacity,' Anon thought as he gently touched the trumpet's hole with his lips and blew into it slowly.
CRACK
Booom
The trumpet broke again.
"What the heck is his problem?"
"Why is he displaying such arrogance?"
"What an insolent young man!"
"Why did the Queen choose such an individual?"
Audience members began to criticize Anon.
"Mr. Jule, is this some kind of a joke?" Fiona asked in an irritated tone.
"I am not joking. I used the least amount of pressure this time. Get me another one," Anon demanded.
The servant went back, brought another trumpet, and handed it to Anon.
Anon held the trumpet, eyeing it carefully.
'This time, I'll barely blow into it,' Anon thought. He gently touched the trumpet's hole with his lips and blew air into it with the smallest amount of force.
CRACK
Booom
The trumpet broke once more.
"That's it. Maison, you do it," Fiona ordered angrily.
"B-But, My Queen, this is a task that can only be done by your chosen candidate..." Maison began to speak, but Fiona interrupted him.
"Don't argue with me, Maison. Just blow the goddamn thing and get it over with," Fiona snapped.
"Do it," Mrs. Glen added with a cunning smile.
"Y-Yes, My Queen," Maison said, signaling for the servant to bring him another trumpet.
"Mr. Jule, are you happy after making fun—" Fiona started to speak, but she immediately noticed that he was missing from his spot.
"My Queen, he's over there," Maison pointed towards the arena.
Everyone turned their attention to Anon, who was walking towards Sam.
"I-Is something wrong, Mr. Jule?" Sam asked, looking worried.
Anon was furious after what had just happened. He refused to be mocked by the entire Colosseum filled with ignorant elves who knew nothing about raw strength.
"These fucking twats... they think I'm joking. The truth is, your instrument is extremely fragile; it can't withstand my power," Anon said angrily. He removed his coat, rolled up his shirt's sleeves, and took off his shoes.
"Hold this..." Anon ordered in a deep voice, handing his coat and shoes to Sam.
"Y-Yes..." Sam replied, taking the items.
"What is this kid doing?" Fiona wondered as she looked at Anon with confusion.
"He's heading for the Ancient Trumpet," Maison said.
"What?" Mrs. Glen exclaimed as she stood up from her seat and watched Anon in shock.
'Master, what are you doing? You won't be able to lift that trumpet. It's incredibly heavy, and once you touch it, your magic will be sealed.
You'll only embarrass yourself in front of the entire kingdom,' Jessica cautioned.
'Shut up,' Anon replied angrily.
He began to run toward the trumpet and suddenly leaped toward the wall.
'He's going to humiliate himself... Yes,' Maison and Mrs. Glen thought, smiling as they observed Anon's actions.
Thud
Surprisingly, to everyone's amazement, Anon landed successfully on top of the Colosseum's wall.
Anon started walking toward the trumpet, his expression still filled with anger.
"Sir, here's your trumpet—" the servant tried to say as he attempted to give it to Maison, but Maison immediately stopped him.
"Wait, I want to see this," Maison said.
"You fuckers want to hear the trumpet's sound...? I'll give you the trumpet's sound," Anon declared as he reached the giant trumpet and grasped it from its base.
"Ah, I can't watch this. I'm going... just consider him out of the tournament," Fiona said with a disappointed expression as she began walking toward the exit of the room.
"Oh, no..." Maison exclaimed.
"What's going on?" Fiona immediately turned around and looked at Anon.
What she witnessed was very shocking: Anon lifted the massive trumpet with his bare hands. Not only did he lift it, but he also held it high in the air, facing it toward the sky, as it should be.
Fiona turned back and hurried forward to get a closer look.
"No fucking way..." Fiona mumbled as her eyes widened in shock.
"Howthe Fuck is that even possible?" Jessica wondered as she watched Anon from the audience section with the same shocked expression as everyone else inside the Colosseum.
Anon inhaled air into his lungs, expanded his chest, and placed his lips on the trumpet's hole.
'FUCK OFF' Anon thought as he blew all of the air into the trumpet with full force.
The engraved markings on the trumpet came to life, glowing green as Anon blew air into it.
Once the engravings reached their maximum intensity, sound began to emanate from the trumpet.
BHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The sound of the trumpet was so deafeningly loud and sharp that everyone had to cover their ears to protect themselves from going deaf.
Even Fiona had to shield her ears.
The sound from the trumpet traveled all the way to the Elf Kingdom's coastlines.
Inside a house on the Elf Kingdom's coastlines...
"What was that sound?" an elderly man inside the house asked his son.
"I don't know, Father... perhaps some child playing with a noisy toy," his son replied.
"No, I recognize that sound. Take me to the Colosseum," the father demanded.
"Are you sure, Father? Considering your age..."
"Just take me to the Colosseum, son. Consider it my last wish," the father insisted.
"Yes, let me call a carriage," the son said as he stood up and left the room promptly.
[Skill (Deafening Roar) Has Been Successfully Acquired.]