Underneath the arena, a short, horned merchant paced back and forth nervously in one of the many preparatory chambers reserved for champions of the arena. In the ten days since Yotsun's unintentional feud with the Willow Witch had begun, his salt and pepper hair had turned even more gray and he swore that the bald spot at the crown of his head had doubled in size from all the stress that piled up on him is the pressure mounted.
At first, he'd thought little of the diminutive witch's claim that she could do as the Blood Princess had done, standing for ten days in the arena and fighting at least ten men a day. He had never expected that High Lady Erna would be standing near enough to overhear their increasingly boastful spat or that she would step up to act as a witness to their wager.
