A wave of cheers erupted from the arena stands.
A closer look revealed that the stands had grown increasingly lively, with a crowd nearly as large as the one on the previous Fiftieth Night.
The reason was that the spectators had informed one another, causing those who had assumed that no one would fight tonight, as before, and thus had not come to watch, to rush over.
Then, after seeing the fierce battles erupting across the three arenas—Charlotte against Sonechka, Loki against Ashura, and Frey against the Zekaluz Brothers—the excitement of the spectators who had arrived was instantly roused, making their cheers and applause grow louder and louder.
They became especially excited after seeing that Luo Zhen and Veron seemed about to begin fighting.
After all, they could finally see Luo Zhen take action and witness the strength of the legendary oldest Magus.
Under these circumstances, Luo Zhen stood bathed in waves of cheers as he looked at the cold-faced Veron across from him.
"Did I offend you?"
Luo Zhen tilted his head and asked.
"No."
Veron answered succinctly.
"Then why do you look like you have some deep grudge against me?" Luo Zhen said teasingly. "Did I steal your lover?"
Luo Zhen naturally had not meant it seriously.
However...
"In a sense, yes."
Veron actually gave him that answer.
"Huh?"
Luo Zhen froze.
Irori, Yaya, and Koko, who had been watching warily, all widened their eyes and abruptly turned to look at Luo Zhen.
"...May I ask what you've been secretly doing behind Yaya's back? Flirting with other women, Luo Zhen?"
Yaya's voice came from behind Luo Zhen. It held no emotion, like the whisper of a devil rising from hell, making Luo Zhen's heart turn cold.
It was not only Yaya. Even Irori and Koko looked at Luo