MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 702 Scarlet Iris

   "Oh oh oh! What is this? Someone knocked down two people in a row, that's not enough, and went straight to the third person!"

   The host's voice echoed throughout the arena, surprised and surprised:

   "Ah! From here on, someone broke the tacit understanding of the confrontation in twos and threes and began to attack all opponents indiscriminately! Are you going to recreate the shocking miracle of the 'Holy Law' Montaillou who killed the audience by himself two centuries ago?"

   Originally, half of the team players were still watching to protect themselves and save their stamina, and cautiously defended and counterattacked, in order to stand at the end and get a good ranking, but the chaos in this corner of the arena quickly spread like ripples:

The battered fighter retreated in pain and hit the back of the other person. The nervous latter hurriedly counterattacked and accidentally collided with the third opponent's blade. Seeing that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, the more peripheral players moved closer to him subconsciously. Until he was hit by another ambush who had been staring at him for a long time...

"Wow, there is a precedent, other players can't sit still, and they also start to look for opportunities to attack. Everyone in this area has started to fight. It's not uncommon to see unfair scenes with more fights and less opportunities to pick up leaks, but who does it? What can I complain about? This is the fairest and most unfair team game! Come on, let me hear more noise!"

   led to the start, everyone's rhythm was accelerated and disrupted, and the entire arena was caught in fierce and chaotic battles that were indistinguishable between the enemy and the enemy.

   "The situation has changed all of a sudden! Audiences, our gospel has arrived! The real melee will come earlier than the previous one!"

As night fell, the entire arena was still brightly lit, and the drums were even louder than before. The melee in the team competition intensified. The players who formed a group fought chaotically, thrilling and indistinguishable. The audience will stand up and exclaim, slapping everything they can touch to cheer wildly.

   "Do it! Do it! Kill him! Yaaaaaa!"

   "Behind, be careful behind! Ah! Grass! You bastard! Pay me back!"

   "Everyone else has done it, don't be a coward! Come on!"

   "Have you seen Brother Ba Li! He fought back and fought back, look- ah ah ah, it's just a little bit!"

  As the battle report came out of the outfield, the noise that was enough to shock the Emerald City came from the crowd outside the arena, overshadowing the voices of the infield. The whole election will have a tense rhythm, a frenetic atmosphere, and a heartbeat.

"Look at the chaotic northwest corner! Kanamani from the Tarundi co-administration area, he has become a puller, intervening strongly in a two-person duel, wielding a big sword to fight against one another without losing the slightest! It seems that he is saying 'That's it? Let's get another one!' - oh, it came true! Isn't this here? It's from behind! Tack, Kanamani is out - this story tells us, don't pull what you're not sure about shelf!"

   "But the attackers didn't feel good either. After eliminating Carnamani, he was also severely beaten. He looked shaky, just like the old saying: When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman's wife's adulterer wins!"

   "As for why, ha, who told the fisherman to leave home to fish!"

Under the very provocative explanation of the host, the sound waves inside and outside the arena echoed, from the inside out and back to the inside, which made Thales in the main stand have an illusion, as if he returned to the country seven years ago. The meeting, where every word said, was met with a lagging but shocking response from the Xingju Square.

   "Barbaric."

   Thales shook his head with a tut, and looked at the chaotic melee below: "Everyone is crazy, is this normal?"

  Jane frowned:

   "In previous years, this situation would only occur when the number of people dropped to less than ten people, everyone was red-eyed, and there was no need to save energy, unless..."

   "Among the contestants, some people deliberately speed up the pace." Shiley said.

   Thales froze in his heart, he resisted the urge to stand up and explore:

   "There were too many people and the scene was too chaotic. I couldn't see which player was quicker."

   "What are they going to do, aren't they really inciting riots?" Hilley wondered.

   "It doesn't matter," Zhan said decisively, "This is the arena, and the Emerald Legion has been deployed in advance, no matter what accidents, no matter what means they have prepared..."

   At this moment, a familiar voice came from the direction of the stairs:

   "His Royal Highness Thales!"

   The three of them turned their heads together, just to see someone standing on the steps under the stand, arguing with the Seychelles knights guarding, and anxiously calling out the prince's name

  Jane narrowed his eyes:

   "Tales, that's not yours..."

   Thales' eyelids jumped:

   "That's right, my valet, Wyya."

   "Which one?" Hillary asked.

   Thales couldn't help but tell a story.

   "Which one?" Jenn was at a loss.

   "That's the one... Anyway, let him come up." Thales gave up explaining.

  Jane rolled his eyes and said vigilantly:

   "Wait, your attendant, is it possible that he betrayed..."

   "It's impossible," Thales said decisively, "I believe in Wyah, more than others."

   "Other Wyah?" Hillary interjected.

   "Shut up." Thales had a dark face.

  Jane looked puzzled, but waved for the sergeants to let go.

   "His Royal Highness Thales!"

  Wiya quickly stepped up the steps and went straight to Thales.

   "Lord Jenn, and Ms. Cecilia, I just went to the bathroom, sorry to disturb your Yaxing..."

   Yaxing?

Thales glanced out of the corner of the eye: In a corner not far from them, a player was knocked on his head and knocked on the flower, and fell to the ground unconscious, bleeding until the medical officer and the stretcher team saw the opportunity, cautiously and quickly drag him out of the field.

   "No, you came just in time, Wyah, where are the others? I remember I asked Hugo to ask about Mallos..."

  Wiya was stunned: "They, uh..."

   Under the gaze of Thales, Wyya took a deep breath:

   "They took a ride, and the team made a bet."

   As soon as these words came out, Jenn and Hillary couldn't help turning their heads, and they all glanced at Thales.

   Thales frowned:

   "Put down, bet?"

  Wiya looked embarrassed and smiled awkwardly:

   "Yes, yes, that's the one, you know, what to bet...what banker, what take-all, what on the plate..."

   "So, you guys just got together downstairs, muttering, sneaking, just for this?" Hillary looked contemptuous.

   "Ah? It's so obvious?" Huaya was startled first, and then reacted immediately, with an embarrassed expression, slurred speech, and stiff laughter, "Oh, yes, yes, you have discovered this, hey, hey, hey hey."

   "That's great," Jenn said sarcastically, reaching out to the arena, "We are at a critical moment, Thales, and your subordinates are betting on... betting?"

   Thales only felt his face stiff.

   Damn.

  Marios is not here, do these gangsters dare to be absent from work?

   "I, he... you don't know something, betting is just a statement, they... actually have their own priorities," Thales bit the bullet and said, "Wyya, right?"

   Wyya shuddered.

   "When, of course! Your Highness! Important task! Very important task!" Wyah replied bluntly, "They will appear when they complete the task!"

   The Kevin Dill brothers and sisters gave Thales a look of contempt.

   Thales had to laugh and continue to watch the competition with a cheeky face:

  The melee in the arena became more and more fierce and bloody. The players were constantly forced to deal with every opponent from all directions, and the arena became more and more similar to the real battlefield.

   "Wya?"

   "Yes, Your Highness?"

   "You, you stand...too close to me."

   "Oh, sorry!" Wyah took a step back in shock.

   "It's okay. Also, can you… let go? You're scratching my hand."

   "Ah, Your Highness, I'm sorry, I just..." Wyah hurriedly let go, he glanced at Jenn and Xile from the corner of his eye, and smiled embarrassedly at His Highness, "It's been a long time, I miss you."

   Zhan and Shireqiqi, who were originally staring at the contest in the field, turned their heads and looked sideways.

   "Uh, of course, haha," Thales was stunned for a second, he squeezed out a smile and looked at the Kevin Dill brothers and sisters, "You know, Wyah and I have been in a good relationship for so many years."

  Iris brother and sister frowned, and their eyes returned to the field.

   "That, Wyya..." The prince said embarrassedly, "I have something to discuss with Duke Jenn and the others - can you wait under the stand like before?"

"Zun-ah?" Huaiya first turned pale, then took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "But, Your Highness, I, I have been away from you for too long, I miss you very much, can I stay with you? One piece, not much, just a little while?"

  Jane and Hillary turned their heads again, looking strange.

   Thales' smile froze on his face.

"Hey, as I said, we have a good relationship, okay, then you can just stay." Facing them, Thales pointed to the arena naturally, transitioning the topic, "Ah! Look at those two players. How awesome!"

   The brothers and sisters looked back suspiciously.

   But Thales was keenly aware that Wyah quietly picked up Thales's sword - "Warning".

strangeness.

   Thales' eyebrows moved, he straightened his waist calmly, and felt the JC dagger tied to his lower waist.

   "Everyone in the audience, look at him! The sword of destiny, he is blocking the sword of the sword for his teammates, guarding the way, forcing several people back along the way!"

   Following the host's words, the audience looked at the scene he explained:

During the melee, a black-armored soldier stepped forward, his long sword flew, and flexibly interspersed at a rate that was not commensurate with his heavy armor and size, and knocked down several people within ten seconds. In the melee of the contestants Kill a **** way.

And a white-robed swordsman covered in a helmet followed behind him, not in a hurry, striding with his sword, he passed the players lying on the ground moaning and screaming, whenever someone wanted to sneak attack him from behind, the one in front The black armored warriors have long expected, or turn around to protect, or throw long-range, to protect the white swordsman.

   The host's deliberately long tail echoed in the arena:

"He and his teammates, are they another team of moving and loyal knight masters and servants? Or are the guards and thugs in the family fighting for the reputation of the young master? Or is it the tacit agreement that the audience hates most? Or... again A pair of life-and-death lovers who fell in love at first sight on the battlefield and protected each other? What is the truth, let's wait and see!"

   Seeing this scene, the audience talked a lot:

   "Again? Another one who paid for a guarantee?"

   "What kind of gilded gentleman is this!"

   "Hey, it's called going to the grassroots to exercise your ability, experience life, and enrich your resume!"

   "Can you still play like this?"

   "This is a team competition. By default, you can use the means. As long as you can win, you can play whatever you want!"

   "Then what's the point!"

The black-armored warriors and the white-robed swordsmen in the field were in a group of two, one outside and one inside, moving and still, almost invincible. The players who were fighting fiercely around them took them as the center, and unknowingly, a vacuum was formed. Following the footsteps of the black armored warrior, he moved slowly.

   "Oh, Bischoff and the others have traveled all the way to break through the siege, do they want to occupy a favorable position and fight to the end? Then they can go far enough!"

   But at this moment, the cadence of the host changed the rhythm:

"Wait, why are they heading towards... no no no! Player Bischoff! You can't cross this line, do you hear? It's a foul, points will be deducted or even... go back, go back! This direction is not a competitive area, you guys You can't come here to fight, and you can't escape from the fight! If you don't want to fight, just surrender and admit defeat... It's already close to the host station, and there are microphone lines, which are very expensive... Eh, guard, where's the guard? Guard, drive them back! "

   The host's voice was amplified and spread throughout the arena, grabbing the audience's attention for a while. Everyone stood up and became curious, and Thales and others also turned their heads subconsciously and looked below the host:

   Several guards greeted the black-armored warrior, drew their weapons and scolded him for going back.

   The next second, but seeing the flash of sword light, the guards fell to the ground one after another, and the black armored soldier continued to move forward, striding across the line on the ground.

   Under the gaze of the entire arena, the swordsman in white followed behind him, with a relaxed posture and light footsteps.

   seems to be patrolling his own kingdom.

   Thales frowned, and Jenn and Shiley leaned forward subconsciously.

   On the host stage, the host of the event waved angrily, and the voice spread throughout the arena:

"Hey! This is the holy election! You can't do this! You can't! You can't attack the guards! They are not your opponents! The grades will be cancelled! Well, if you suffer casualties, you can go to jail! No matter how big the official is It doesn't work either!"

   Maybe they have never seen such a scene before, but many audience members were in high spirits. They stood up one after another and kept cheering for this pair of contestants who broke the rules.

   "What's the situation?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

   "Is that the person we're looking for?" Shiley leaned forward.

   "It's them, they're here," Zhan's eyes lit up, looking at the increasingly chaotic team competition and the pair of special contestants, "As expected."

  In the field, two figures, one black and one white, moved forward all the way, and a group of guards rushed over. However, the team competition was still going on, and the melee situation was complicated, making it impossible for them to assemble and enter the field for a while to maintain order and punish the offenders.

  Wiya stood behind Thales and swallowed.

   At the same time, the black-armored warriors in the field stopped below the hosting platform. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.

   "I don't understand," Hilley wondered. "Those two guys, they didn't try to get close to our stand, and they didn't try to win, but attacked the guards in such a high-profile way... What is this going to do?"

   "It's nothing more than killing people and inciting riots," Jen shook his head, "We'll find out—in the cell."

   kills and kills.

   At that moment, looking at the position of the black armored warrior, Thales' eyes moved.

   "Killing kills... not killing people," the prince murmured, "no one will listen."

   "What?" Jenn's expression changed.

  No one listens…

  Listen to…

   The next second, Thales turned pale in shock and stood up subconsciously!

   "They're going to occupy the host! That microphone!"

  Jane also realized this, and his expression changed!

  I saw the duke stand up suddenly and roared to the bottom of the stands:

   "Seychelles! Action!"

  The Seychelles captain who was prepared for a long time responded below, full of anger:

   "I know, my lord! Don't worry! According to the plan, Rorian and Silva will lead the team to deal with the offenders!"

   "Others, protect the Duke Stand! Watch out for anyone suspicious!"

   The next moment, the white-robed swordsman in the arena nodded to the black-armored warrior, only to see the former step up the steps and rush to the host stage in three or two steps!

   Thales could see it from the stand: the swordsman in white approached step by step and grabbed the host by the collar.

   The host's voice was originally full of vigor, but this moment changed its tone:

   "No no no, you can't come up! I'm still explaining the election... Don't touch the microphone... No, ah! Ouch! No, no, no help!"

   The sound of entanglement and fights on the host platform was transmitted through the microphone and spread throughout the arena.

   Soon, a strange and solemn voice replaced the host and sounded in the arena:

"go away."

   The host screamed, rolled down the steps, and hurried away.

   Such an accident was unprecedented. Except for the players who were still fighting in the home field, the entire arena was in an uproar. After more than ten seconds, there were louder shouts from the crowd outside the arena.

"What's going on here?"

   "Someone wants to be popular and crazy?"

   "Wait, it's not uncommon for such a thing to happen, wait for the guards to catch him, and then go to jail..."

   "Don't! I bet on him!"

   vassals, nobles, businessmen, foreign guests... almost everyone stood up on their seats, in shock, and some even wanted to cross the fence to watch the fun, but were stopped by the vigilantes and green hats.

At this moment, the unfamiliar and stern voice—the white-robed swordsman’s voice sounded again, shaking the arena: “I know, I know you didn’t come for this, Emerald City, not for this to come to see the election meeting. ."

   “But, now, please—listen to—me—speak.”

  The audience in the major stands was silent, and even some of the players who were fighting on the field stopped.

   I saw the swordsman in white standing on the stage. He still hid his face behind his helmet and looked at the entire election arena.

   "I see," Thales stared at what happened on the opposite host, "He's doing what you did."

  Zhan turned back: "What? What did I do?"

   "Royal banquet, remember? Anker Bailar," Thales said in a trance, "He, he is forcing everyone to listen, and then..."

  Jane's eyes narrowed.

   "Listen to what? Who is Anker Bailar?" Sheila was confused.

   "Damn, I thought their target was either you or me." Jen said to Thales with a gloomy face.

   Sheila frowned:

"what about me?"

   "So the focus of the defense is here, ignoring the host, but..." Zhan ignored his sister and took a deep breath, "But it doesn't matter, since they show up, the game is over, it's a matter of time."

   Thales was about to say something, but his hands felt tight. He turned his head and found that Wyah handed the "Warning Man" to him.

   "His Royal Highness," Huaiya looked solemn, "in case of emergency."

   Thales' heart tightened, but the voice of the swordsman in white immediately sounded.

"As you know, this morning, a vigilante died in the Emerald City," his voice was low, very deep, not fast, but with an inexplicable sense of grief and anger, "one person, one life, one husband , a father, dying on the street."

   "But he's not the only one..."

  The death of Caquere was the big news this morning. The whole arena exploded immediately, and the various stands responded differently:

The nobles and vassals were cautious and kept silent. The bureaucrats looked serious and exchanged glances. The businessmen were terrified and whispered to each other. The foreign state guests were curious and waited to watch the excitement. Buzzing, everyone is excited to discuss.

  Of course, more people turned their heads one after another, looking at the Duke's stand either naturally or unnaturally.

"Too many people have died in the Emerald City these days—wine merchants, wool merchants, vigilantes, apologists, accountants, sons of ex-mercenaries, etc... They all died, but they never saw the light of day. People know, for some ridiculous reason."

   The white-robed swordsman continued to speak, while the black-armored warrior stood under the presiding stage and swung his swords one after another, instantly eliminating the two guards who wanted to approach.

   Thales, Jenn, and Hillary looked at each other, feeling each other's surprise and unease.

   "However, the real murderer who killed them not only hid behind the scenes, but also slandered and framed them, tried to frame the heir of the kingdom, tried to discredit the Duke of Xinghu, and tried to drive away Prince Thales who came with fairness and justice."

   Thales frowned tightly, and Wyah stood closer to the prince.

   "...just to hide his own hypocritical and ugly face and cover up the monstrous things he once did."

   The swordsman in white snorted coldly:

   "So I am determined not to endure, to be silent, to endure filth and humiliation for the Emerald City..."

   In the next second, he raised his head and pointed his long sword directly at the Duke's Stand opposite the arena:

   "That's right, Jenn Kevin Dill!"

   "Our wise duke, it's you, you killed them!"

   The swordsman in white said loudly:

"You killed the businessman Dagory Moss! Killed the businessman Diop! Killed the Minister of Vigilance Jeff Rene! Killed the defense attorney Slimani! Killed the obscure boxer Porwin! And killed Prince Thales' security officer, Caquere vigilante!"

   There was an uproar in the arena again, and the words of the swordsman in white were like a thunderbolt that blew up the entire arena.

"My goodness…"

"How is this going…"

  "It must be framed, empty vernacular, one-sided words, don't believe it..."

   "It's a conspiracy of foreign forces!"

   "But what if it's true?"

   "Go on! I still want to hear it!"

On the stand of the Duke of   , Jen suppressed his anger, and tried his best to summon his generals with grace: "Seychelles! How did you drag it down until now!"

   "I'm very sorry, Lord Duke!"

   The Seychelles captain responded hurriedly from the stands:

   "It's just that the bottom is full of contestants, and the audience is also crowding forward, we need to clear the road, or detour, at most a few minutes..."

"Do not!"

  Jane stood up suddenly:

   "Stop the contest! Don't take a detour, just rush into the arena, destroy the **** microphone, and arrest them! Now!"

   Thales had never seen Jenn so rude, he and Shi Lai looked at each other.

  Seychelles surprised.

   "Call, stop? But my lord, according to the rules of the election, let the troops rush in before the winner is decided..."

   "Go to the rules of tm!"

  Jaen roared in a fit of rage, leaning out of the stand with half of his body:

   "My family's election will be decided by me!"

The appearance of the Duke    caught many people's attention. Shi Lai reacted the fastest and immediately got up to support his brother and pull him back:

   "It's still according to the original plan, Seychelles knights, just treat this as an ordinary violation of discipline and law: the crazy words of a madman, there is no need to send the Emerald Legion army, and so many foreign guests are watching."

   "No, now you-"

   Xilai grabbed his brother's hand fiercely and interrupted Jenn sternly:

   "This will make us even more embarrassed and more speechless."

  The Duke of South Bank stared blankly at his sister. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and held his sister's hand tightly.

  Seychelles was startled, but Cassien patted him on the shoulder, the former hesitated for a moment, nodded and turned away.

   "I see - misguided." Thales spoke suddenly, attracting their attention.

   "Little Borwyn's death was not for the Emerald City to see," Thales said subconsciously, "but for you to see, Jenn Kevin Dill, and even for you to see alone."

  Jane's eyes tightened.

   "Then, then you're misguided to do what they expected, to respond, to try to counter it, to do... those things you 'have to do'."

   Thales sighed: "It's also what they want you to do."

   What they want you to do…

  Xilei's expression slowly changed after hearing the words.

   The words of the swordsman in white continue:

   "More than that, Jenn, more than that..."

   Just listening to his faint sneer echoed around the arena, leaving all the audience at a loss:

   "It's not enough for you to kill them. You also use all your relationship means from top to bottom, from black to white, from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Vigilance Hall, to bend the law for personal gain, to cover up the truth of the case, and to fake their deaths!"

  Zhan stared at the man in white on the stage, his eyes splitting.

  The noise in the arena is getting louder and louder, and it is getting harder and harder for the vigilantes to maintain order in the stands and entrances.

   Finally, two more teams of guards broke through the crowd and rushed to the stage with torches, but the soldiers in black armor stood at the bottom of the steps, one man was the one to pass, and ten thousand men were not allowed to open.

   "All of this is because they know your most shameful and ugly secrets, and they know what kind of things you did that were outrageous!"

   The swordsman in white raised his volume, and he swung his sword:

   "Yes, Emerald City!"

"It was he, Jenn Kelvindier, who, eleven years ago, hired a murderer to kill his own father, the revered old Duke Leinster Kelvindier, who sat on the seat. Blood-stained throne, become an unrighteous duke!"

   The man in white roared, heartbreaking:

   "The Duke of Patriarch!"

   At that moment, Thales was stunned.

   Shi Lai was also stunned.

  Only Zhan En, he held his sister's hand tightly, looked at the man in white on the host, and said nothing.

   "Today, all the people who have died wrongly are the sins that he tried to silence, tried to cover up this sin, and committed sins."

   The voice of the man in white finally fell.

   In the next second, the entire arena boiled, first inside the arena, then outside, first the audience, and then the bewildered vigilantes and Jade sergeants.

   "Ridiculous!"

   Another voice suddenly sounded.

  Many people turned their heads together: I saw one of the thirteen decreeed earls, the Earl of Lasia of Zedi, standing up in the vassal's stand, bristling with anger.

   He pushed aside the eldest son who was blocking him, and drew his weapon:

   "The case back then was so clear and clear—the rats made blasphemy, and they dared to spray people with blood!"

  Under the suspicious eyes of many people, Count Lasia rushed down from the stand:

   "For the reputation of the leader of the South Bank, it doesn't matter if you live or die, take him down! Kill him! Bring a bow and crossbow and shoot him to death!"

   The action of the earl caused a small disturbance, but fortunately, the earl was quickly stopped by his eldest son and did not rush into the arena, which was already a mess, mixed with guards, contestants, and spectators.

Behind the Count   , all the vassals had solemn expressions, and Sister Karabyan raised their folding fans to hide their faces.

  The laughter of the man in white sounded coldly:

   "The rat, the rat, the rat?"

   He sneered and dropped the long sword.

   "Excuse my rudeness, respect the noble Duke of Xinghu, His Royal Highness Thales."

   The swordsman in white stretched out his hands and removed his visor.

   In front of the entire arena, he showed a round face. He was young, but his expression was vicissitudes.

   I saw him smile:

   "And of course you, Jenn Kevin Dill, my dearest and most admired cousin, and oh, and you, my dearest cousin, Cecilia."

   cousin.

  Cousin?

   Thales was startled.

   The next second, he looked at the round face of the swordsman in white, suddenly reacted, and quickly turned his head: "He is—"

   But Thales stopped when he spoke:

   In front of him, both Jenn and Shi Lai were stunned, shocked.

   "He, he..." Hillary couldn't believe it.

   "Impossible." Jenn sat down blankly.

   "It's been a long time, Emerald City," the round-faced uninvited guest dropped his helmet, his tone was indifferent, and there was a rare resentment hidden between the lines, "My name is Federico Calvin Dier."

   "The late Honorary Viscount of Gonghai City, the eldest son of Sona Calvindil."

   Federico Kevin Dier.

What?

   Count Lasia, who was roaring to kill, was taken aback for a moment.

   The next moment, the whole arena became noisy again, and many people began to clamor.

   Thales took a deep breath and tried his best not to see the Kevin Deeres.

"That's right, cousin, I'm not dead," the uninvited guest calling himself Federico said softly, his eyes piercing the incredible Jenn, "Actually, I came from the prison river, from the place where you sent me to the high seas to feed the fish. An ocean-going ship... crawled back."

   "Come back and correct all the injustices and grievances buried in Kongming Palace over the past eleven years."

   At this moment, Federico's whispers echoed throughout the arena:

   "For my father, for me, and for the Emerald City."

   "More blood-stained - irises."

   The next second, Federico laughed and pulled out a flag, shook it in the air, and stuck it on the stage.

   Thales frowned.

   In Federico's laughter, under Jen's anger, and in the light of the lights, the flag fluttered in the wind, revealing a pure red flower - no, it was blood...

  Iris.

   and the tricolor irises on the giant triangular pennant under the duke's stand, facing each other far away.

   "Ning because of friends..."

  Under the night sky, across the entire arena, Federico stared at his cousin on the opposite side, and in the midst of thousands of lights and endless noise, he said:

   "Don't die with the enemy."

   Off the stage, under the sword of the black armored soldier, another guard who rushed up was unwilling to fall.