"Welcome to the Kazimierz Major! I'm your old friend, Big Mouth Mobu. I'm sure everyone knows who today's two Knights are: Dikaiopolis, the Blood Knight of the Crimson Gauntlet Knights, bearer of Kazimierz's crimson goblet, whose arrival marked the official entry of Infected Knights into the Grand Championship.
"The other is Nightmare Chaser Tola, who fought the Radiant Knight bitterly yesterday and narrowly lost. Both possess tremendous strength. What sparks will fly between the powerful Blood Knight and the legendary nightmare? I'm sure everyone is eagerly anticipating it.
"No affiliated knight club, no sponsor backing him—heavens, why would you let such a huge opportunity slip away? Someone should start a knight club for him. You'd definitely make a fortune."
"We meet again, Nightmare. Are you still chasing the phantoms of the past?"
The Blood Knight and the Nightmare Chaser Knight ignored Big Mouth Mobu. From the moment they stepped onto the arena, they had eyes only for each other.
"Where did yesterday's momentum go?"
Compared to when he faced Radiant Knight Nearl yesterday, Tola's presence was far less imposing now. Perhaps the Blood Knight's words had thrown his heart into confusion.
"Minosan, while my compatriots were scourging the old era, your heroes had all fallen beneath the Khan's army." Tola finally spoke after a long while.
"Then where is your Khan? And where are those compatriots you were so proud of now?" The Blood Knight immediately cut Tola off and fired back.
Tola fell silent again.
"You are merely a nightmare living in the past. Nothing more than a pitiful man." The Blood Knight sighed softly as he spoke.
"Minosan. Infected. What do you fight for?"
For once, Tola did not grow angry. Instead, he asked the Blood Knight about his beliefs. It seemed he had taken the Blood Knight's