"They are really battling!" Colora exclaimed as he saw the crowd like a thick mist, surrounding an open space where two people were swinging their weapons against each other.
They held killing intent as though they would not stop until the others were dead.
The people's clamor was so chaotic that it instantly drowned Colora's voice.
"N-Nick!" Katie yelled in concern, wanting to sprint to her love but could not against the numerous barriers of people in front of her.
Furthermore, she was held back by her parents.
"Calm down, Katie! Little Nick seems to be fine!" She assured, yet the fidgeting of her fingers on Katie's shoulder was visible.
"You two don't have to worry about Nick. He is not a Sword Saint for no reason." The Father sighed.
"Yeah… but he is fighting another proclaimed Saint. This battle will not be like any others he has in the past. Also, Father should be aware of how negative Nick is. There is no way for him to win against Ryo, who is completely aware of it."
