"Hey, you! What are you saying all of a sudden!?"
The sudden declaration of forfeit had thrown the arena into confusion. The one shouting was the leader of the pioneer who had just conceded the match. Clearly, this wasn't something they had agreed upon, and the leader's voice was filled with frustration.
"Forfeit? What forfeit!? I told you, if you fought properly, you could have easily...!"
"We can win in the next match. It's just one forfeit."
"You're out of your mind!"
The leader's face turned beet red, and he looked like he was on the verge of exploding. But the pioneer in the arena simply averted his eyes, pretending not to notice. Seeing this, the Dark Elf's lips twisted into a sneer of contempt.
"A forfeit, is it? Running away with your tail between your legs is still your choice, I suppose."
"I didn't agree to this!"
