Meanwhile,
on the other side.
"Getting so worked up over an imposter, is it really necessary?" Shark Girl Kaschte crossed her arms, a serrated greatsword by her side.
Theoretically, weapons were not allowed in the spectator seats, but after a cordial exchange with the higher-ups of the duel arena,
she could bring her weapon into the duel arena at will.
"To always hide one's tracks without being exposed means the impostor." Letixia's voice was calm, her emerald eyes reflecting the dueling arena, "must be no ordinary person, and may even be connected to Demons or Witches."
They had been trying to find the person impersonating Ahtal for the past three days but had always come up empty-handed. Even when Shark Girl Kaschte put her greatsword to the throat of the arena owner, frightening him into kneeling and begging for mercy,
they still couldn't get any useful information.
