The screen in front of Silas faded into thin air.
The announcer's voice came roaring through the speakers. "Now it's finally time for our next match."
He took a small pause and then continued. "Fourth match of the day: Silas Veil (B-Rank) VS Caleb Grant (B-Rank)"
A small smile was tucked up on Silas's lips, fists clenched slightly as he grabbed the sword of his, which was kept on the seat next to him. 'Let's test out the new skill and increase its proficiency.'
He got up from the seat and patted Ragnar once as his voice came out low. "Be a good boy and don't run off anywhere, okay?"
Ragnar just gave a small howl.
Silas turned towards the door that led to the match arena; his eyes had a feeling of seriousness in them. He started walking; his steps were slow, and it felt as if he was too calm.
When he entered the arena, his opponent, Caleb, was already in the match, standing in front of him.
