"The atmosphere is truly lively."
Inside the Great Arena, Losa felt that the noise from the audience above and from the field outside was just like two titanic giants locked in a brutal struggle.
Jeanne sighed softly, "It's a pity we're not in the audience; this should be the last arena left by the Empire."
Losa laughed, "Don't worry, even if we can't watch this tournament, participating in it is still quite memorable."
Clearly, he was quite confident about this impending group competition.
...
After a long while, someone came to inform them.
A Greek noble Knight, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped onto the back of his warhorse over the back of his Attendant.
He took the rounded lance from the Attendant's hand and pulled down the visor of his Helmet.
As the iron gate creaked open, he charged into the arena holding his lance and Kite Shield.
