"I'm not thinking seriously, but if you have a huge grudge, should I be maintaining a safe distance from you?" Aiolos shrugged his shoulders helplessly. After spending time in the divine territory, he felt as if these races from advanced civilizations were somewhat "degenerate". They passively fought most of the time.
"What do you mean by not thinking seriously?" Tsarilorhuan was amused. Wasn't it a bit too late to talk about distance now?
"I mean it literally. I'm so hungry. Just when will I be able to go on court?"
Aiolos did not have an opportunity to fight yet. The Arena, which was like a meat mincing machine, did not just allow anyone to appear in it. It was very obvious that humans would not have many tricks to show off here either. The managers for Aiolos had not found any good way to allow Aiolos on court even after three days of thinking.
