Frei, Lanchi, and Hughberlian walked along a path in the Knight Institute of the school.
Along the way, the three of them chatted as they walked.
"Frei, do you know the rules of the match?"
The jacarandas on both sides of the road were scattered in a pleasing arrangement, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to the campus grounds as they proudly displayed flowers that had not withered even in winter.
"It's roughly the same as the contract we signed last time. Just treat it as fighting in the Shadow World. Also, this public match won't use the Artificial Shadow World anymore. Instead, we'll go directly to the Knight Institute Arena for a real battle."
Frei answered. When he had gone to the Knight Institute with the president earlier, he had listened in on their discussions the entire time.
Since there was no longer a venue for the event, the fighters from the Soul of a Fighter Team had arranged with Monast to wait in the arena for the Student Union's instructors to arrive.
"They're making this a pretty big deal."
Lanchi remembered the enormous arena with its classically elegant pointed-arch windows. It could hold a great many spectators, and magical barriers on the fighting stage could protect the participants' lives.
Whenever it was officially opened to the public, events of considerable scale were generally held there, taking costs and publicity into account.
"Yes. The day after tomorrow happens to be Friday. If we build up the atmosphere in advance, it can count as a pretty good festival event."
Frei continued.
After all, the students and residents of Iketerite were fond of watching a spectacle.
Every year, Iketerite Academy occasionally put on some kind of show to satisfy the public's desires.
Though sometimes they made things a little too