"Ahem..."

Varian twisted his painful neck hard, and in the sight of the battle helmet, he saw Terion standing on the edge of the gully, who was looking at him with a calm look. The ice-blue eyes were empty, like a god who ignored everything.

"Sure enough...I still...lose..."

A calm and difficult smile appeared on the warrior's face. He opened his hands and lay in the depths of the entire frozen dent. He was waiting to die.

"Come on, kill me and turn me into your dog's leg... It's okay, my Tiffany and I... can finally be together."

"No, Varian Wrien."

Terion shook his head, and he took out something from the storage ring on his finger, like throwing garbage, and threw it at Varian's hand. It was an ordinary two-handed sword, with a gray appearance that was unattractive, but the blade shining with a cold light under the moonlight meant that it was a rare and good weapon.

This...is probably a reward?

Terion waved at Varian, who was waiting to die:

"You pass... Losa may be happy..."

"Get out! Play your gladiatorial match tomorrow."

"You still owe my nephew a birthday wish...I admit that you are a warrior, so I welcome your challenge at any time..."

"But next time...Varian..."
Chapter completed!