The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor



Those sentiments quickly became mainstream among the spectators. In truth, the one with the most complicated mood at that moment was Arne from the Deer Pavilion. After witnessing Fane's win, he was absolutely stunned.

His mouth dropped and even his breathing became erratic! He refused to believe what he saw was real, nor did he want to. When he saw the beast being stabbed in the throat, Arne immediately stood up from his seat.

He reached out and clutched his throat as if he had been the one who was stabbed! If the disciples behind him had not pulled him back, Arne might not have been able to control himself anymore.

Thankfully, the discussions around them slowly calmed him down. Even if there was no one of any significance there, he had to say that they were right this time.

Lucius had only won because Lucius was lucky to have specialized in the soul attribute while the opposing beast was not a defensive one. That's how Lucius won.

Luck would not always be on his side. The second match was about to begin, and there was still the third match after that! There was no way Lucius could keep on getting lucky! With that in mind, he slowly calmed his frantic heart down.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly looked up with a slightly purple hue on his face, "He only managed to win the first match thanks to luck, but luck can't always be on his side.

"The second and third matches will start soon! His luck has run out! He'll definitely lose, and he'll lose incredibly badly. He'll get ripped apart!"

Arne was basically chanting at that point as his hands slowly opened, raising his voice as he said, "A win is a win. It would be boring if he died in the first match anyway. We'll just let him suffer longer!"

The suck-up disciple nodded, saying with emotion, "You're right. If he died the moment he went on, it would be too cold of a fate for him. Things should drag out longer so his heart can suffer more. That would be better!"

Arne nodded vigorously, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Fane's back, "You're right! Only then can our hatred be sated. Earlier, Lucius definitely heard everything I said when I stood in the middle of the spectators.

"He's only good at acting. He must be incredibly nervous right now. He's just forcing himself to look fine so he doesn't embarrass himself. He's actually incredibly scared at the moment. The longer time passes, the more he'll suffer!"

The more Arne thought about it, the more Arne felt like it was true. Lucius must be suffering internally. Lucius knew that he would die, but things were still just dragging on, his death looming over him.

The only reason why Lucius looked like he was calmly accepting everything was because he was a clown that wanted attention. That was why he started a black iron bet when he did not know what it was at all.

Lucius thought that he would be able to win with just a little bit of skill. Hearing everything that had been said Lucius must have finally realized the truth. The more of the truth he saw, the more clearly he could see his end result, and the more he would suffer.

Thinking about how Lucius was suffering on the inside, Arne suddenly felt incredibly happy. He tossed his earlier anxiety aside as he looked toward Rudy.

Yet, Rudy was merely looking at the stage with a calm expression, not showing too much emotion. He clearly heard what everyone was saying, but he showed no reaction at all. Looking at how calm Rudy was, Arne snorted.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He could not stand how the two acted so nonchalantly. He raised his voice and said to Rudy, "Lucius' friend, you look like you are completely fine. Aren't you worried that Lucius will be ripped apart?"