After understanding how uncomfortable he felt in this environment, he pondered the subject a little between each match.
Days passed as the answer he sought remained an elusive whisper he failed to grasp until the competition's last day.
Of course, he didn't forget to put the white tigers' participant in their places. He also met Morgane, who performed surprisingly well with her soul affinity.
Without much effort, she inflicted horrible pain on her hunched adversaries, making their faces distort in agony, their tears flood the arena, and their screams chill the spectator's blood. But as promised, she shrugged and gave up without a fight when he met her, causing a public outrage.
And now he was walking through the corridor, remembering the mentally torturous matches he had taken part in. Even if the first time was fun, the next one already annoyed him. The third against a student from the academy of summoning was even worse, especially with his adversary's abusive comments.
