“You… hah… hah…” Frick collapsed to his knees.

“Just concede already!” Someone shouted from the stands.

The last thirty minutes were extremely boring. Frick commenced a one-sided battle against Carmine, but her defenses were top notch and were now further boosted by my presence. He simply wasn’t able to get through her armor.

During this time, I got to hear the mumbling of a lot of people. She was no one’s favorite contestant. At first, her extremely pathetic offense but strong defense accumulated a lot of fans, but as time progressed, as she depended more and more on her current style of just defending until the enemy surrendered, she lost most of the crowd. These days, her matches rarely garnered very much attention. She was considered the most boring contestant and was a thorn in the entire gladiatorial events side. Technically, she didn’t break any rules though, so no one was able to kick her out or do anything about her. People usually used her fight as a time for a bathroom break or to get lunch.

Today’s match had been unusual, as Frick’s Berserker Rage had earned him a lot of fans, and many people hoped to see the Shiny Knight finally taken down by his pure Berserker Rage. As the referee had excitedly explained, he was a creature of pure offense, and in theory, he should have been able to blow through her defenses and create a far more interesting battle. His success would have released a lot of pent up frustration that the crowds had been feeling as a result of her matches.

According to Salicia, this wasn’t a pipe dream either. Carmine and Frick were about even in a normal fight. They had already predicted that Carmine battling Frick had a roughly 50/50 chance of Carmine being defeated. It truly may have been a fight that would have nearly killed Carmine if I hadn’t shown up and simply by being present, passively boosted all of her stats.

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The proud Berserker Frick who had expected to at least damage and beat Carmine down until they were both barely standing was now completely humiliated. No matter what rage he displayed to boost his attacks, it all fell on Carmine with little more than a thud.

Finally, after thirty minutes of being pressured by bored contestants shouting at him, because they already knew that no amount of jeering would push Carmine, he had collapsed under the weight of embarrassment and failure. He no longer felt rage. Instead, he felt a sense of helplessness. It was like the feeling an ant might have if he was asked to defeat an elephant.

“I concede…” He said, looking like he might cry.

Carmine appeared to have brought an adult man to his knees crying.

With the fight done, she left the stage. As she did so, she pulled off her helmet. She was still in full view of the entire crowd. She shook out her blond hair and let out a smile. The crowd collectively gasped. This was the first time anyone had seen her outside of her armor. They probably imagined all kinds of faces when thinking of the cold, unspeaking, unmoving tyrant that drove the crowds to boredom. They never imagined an immaculate beauty with a gorgeous smile.

Bernard jerked as he saw her face, clearly surprised. As for Frick, his mouth fell open, and he suddenly felt embarrassed that he had spent the last thirty minutes cursing and wailing on her with axes. A few other men instantly started shooting him glares as well, and as the Shiny Knight’s reputation suddenly skyrocketed, Frick’s reputation dropped.

However, the biggest blow to everyone wasn’t her beauty, but the reason she pulled off the helmet and smiled in the first place. She was waving happily, trying to get a certain person to notice her.

“Master! Master! Did you see me! Did you see?” She asked excitedly,

If people looked poorly at the man who had beat on such a beauty for thirty minutes, you can imagine how they saw the man who was her Master and forced her into battle time and time again. I let out a sigh. This was troublesome.