On the arena, two swift figures darted back and forth.
One of them was the Masked Man, clad in a black, wide-sleeved cloak. Unless something unexpected had happened, this was the culprit behind the Paradise game Bansen had mentioned: the Masked Man.
The other was a distinctly dressed middle-aged witch.
Her golden hair was piled high beneath a wide-brimmed white mesh hat with dangling fringe. Her face was covered in thick lead-white powder, paired with golden eyeshadow and golden lip gloss, making her look like some gleaming white machine. Her clothing matched her veil and makeup perfectly. Her upper body was still a crisscross of white and gold, with an open collar, copious golden lace trim, and a waist cincher so tight it looked unnatural. Below that was a Baroque-style white-and-gold pannier skirt, flat in front and bulging behind. No matter how she moved, the skirt's shape did not change in the slightest. It was clear just how sturdy the hoops within it were.
Such attire was not particularly ostentatious in the Wizarding World. Many noble ladies among ordinary people dressed even more extravagantly in their efforts to outshine one another.
The only thing Angel could not help but criticize was how bright the colors were.
Pure white and pure gold, combined with the Dome's faint glow and the light she gave off whenever she released energy, made her seem like an artificial light source. She was dazzling enough to be impossible to look at directly... literally dazzling.
According to Dox's introduction, this glittering witch was Elder Moon of the Bilos Family's "Tree, Sun, Moon."
"Both people on that arena are quite good. They're trading blows back and forth. Looks like they're evenly matched..."
Dox said that, but the moment he finished his comment, Elder Moon was struck in the