If Magic Duel truly became more and more influential in the future, then he could consider the Grand Arena.
Perhaps by then, he would have developed something like holographic projection, capable of treating the audience to a visual feast.
But for now, conditions were limited, and there were not that many players. The size of this Moonview Street storefront was sufficient.
For the first tournament, as long as he fulfilled the main quest's requirements, he would keep it as small and stable as possible, pursuing quality.
Ron took a lap around the store alone, giving it a rough look-over. Once a general framework had formed in his mind, he took a carriage back to the Flower Shop.
Nora was currently sitting in the café on the second floor of the Imperial Capital Flower Shop, reading at the counter while chatting with Yuna.
Every so often, one or two noble ladies would come up to sit for a while, or head to the third floor to play War of the Gods. Nora would go up and exchange a few words with them.
What had happened at last night's Winter Food Festival banquet had already spread completely through the Imperial Capital's noble circles.
So even though Nora was no longer wearing a hat and her cat ears were exposed, those noble ladies still maintained basic courtesy.
Everyone knew that this Cat-kin woman was currently Prince Ron's most favored woman. No one would go looking for trouble with her anymore.
So what if she was an Orc?
As long as someone stood behind you, even if you were a pet, your life was more precious than a human's.
The noble ladies understood and deeply agreed with this principle.
Because they were the same way.
If they did not have their families to rely