Chapter 24
“Have you reached the Second Circle?”
Lilia asked while giving him strange glances.
“Yeah,” Drayken commented with an expressionless face while following behind her.
She didn’t ask further, but she touched her ears, which seemed to be a little red.
Drayken felt a little speechless when seeing this:
‘Does she really have a personality disorder?’
Soon, she led him to a familiar luxurious room, and in this luxurious room, a beautiful woman sat with her legs folded, revealing her milky thighs and long legs. Her soft red lips were curved.
Looking at the provoking Elenor, Drayken simply frowned. He was a man of culture, but with his life on the line, it was different.
“I see that you have reached the Second Circle. As expected, don’t disappoint me in the tournament. I will have a special reward for you.” She touched her legs and looked at him with a fierce gaze.
Drayken froze on the spot. He could feel that his eyes were being attracted to her and gradually became dazed.
But in the next moment, his eyes regained focus, and with a calm expression, Drayken nodded his head.
“I am honored to receive the reward.”
Seeing this, Eleanor had an unchanging expression as she waved her hand.
“Let’s go then.”
She walked up to him slowly but surely.
“Hmm?” Drayken frowned. “How are we going there—?”
Before he could even complete his sentence, the surroundings distorted around him, and he vanished from sight, along with the others as well.
Drayken felt like he was in a sea, with a suffocating feeling and needle-like pain emitting from his entire being. It was not up to par with the pain he felt from the arrows, but it was definitely up there!
Suddenly, everything changed for him as he felt warmth and walked closer to it instinctively.
After what felt like a short time, he could no longer feel that suffocating sensation, and the warm energy had vanished as well.
“Hmm?” Drayken opened his eyes to look at Eleanor’s frosty face, then down at the warm, jade-like white hand being tightly held by him.
He raised his neck and looked around the place.
This place was like a colosseum, with round stones that sealed the entire area and numerous people in four different-colored uniforms: Red, Green, Orange, and Yellow.
Even the symbol on their chest, a dragon, was slightly different depending on the uniform, and they occupied the four sides of the place.
“Have you had enough fun?” Eleanor tugged at his hand.
“It seems so.”
Drayken left her hand with a face full of reluctance.
‘You… I was teasing you.’ Eleanor’s expression was unreadable while her mind screamed. She felt like she was taken advantage of. How could she, the Dragon of Gale, be taken advantage of?
‘I will deal with him later,’ she thought.
“So, who are my opponents?”
Drayken crouched down and stretched his body to flex his muscles, his red hair fluttering with the slight gust of wind.
It was definitely strange; his pupils and hair had changed to crimson when he became a complete dragon, but when he transformed, he was still a golden dragon.
“You will have to wait for your turn.”
Saying this, she sat down on her throne, and Lilia started to cut purple apples for her.
Drayken just remained by the glass window to see what they were doing.
‘It seems it is soundproof, so I cannot hear the sounds from the outside nor can they hear us, huh.’ His eyes were drawn to the platform lying in the center of this place.
There were two people fighting: one was a lean man with a spear as his weapon, and the other a bulky man with knuckles. They were fast and rapid, with neither of them gaining a single advantage.
But looking at it, Drayken was slightly disappointed:
‘I thought they would use spells or something.’
“Curious?”
His ears twitched as he felt a hot breath sting his ear.
Drayken mechanically turned his face to look at Eleanor with a calm expression:
“Yes.”
“Very well, I will tell you,” she backed away and sat on her chair, being fed by Lilia.
“This is a tradition of the Dragons. First, you fight with brute strength to show respect to your opponent, and then you can go all out in exactly two minutes.”
“What happens if I don’t follow it?”
Drayken asked expressionlessly.
“Then you will be considered to have disrespected your opponent, and the fight will turn into a life-and-death battle.”
“Quite strict!” he remarked while looking intently at the battle.
Eleanor smiled, pushed Lilia with a pat on the back, and she slammed into Drayken, causing both of them to fall to the ground.
“What was that for?” he groaned.
“Are you interested in Lilia?” Eleanor chuckled.
Drayken gently pushed her away and looked at her.
“Why would I be interested in her?”
“Because you two will be mates soon.”
“Huh.” He made a shocked expression.
“Don’t act innocent.”
“Look, the battle is getting serious now.”
Drayken pointed at the stadium again.
The two were at a distance of around ten steps. For them, this was like two breaths, but they just remained silent.
The brawny man raised his fist, and his knuckles started to glow with a bright light that covered the entire surrounding area.
Swords appeared behind him, all posed to attack.
“Metal Spell: Ten Thousand Swords.”
The lean man countered by raising his spear with closed eyes. His body glowed in a black haze:
“Dark Spell: Poison Mist.”
The arena was completely filled with haze, and roars erupted from within.
The haze only faded after ten minutes, and both of them could be found lying on the floor.
A white-haired old man in a tuxedo appeared out of nowhere and raised his hand.
“It’s a draw.”
The audience erupted in shouts.