The obese noble extended a trembling hand toward the arena.
Arthur followed the direction of his finger, and without needing to search deliberately, immediately spotted the guard sent by Liumion.
Among all the gladiators, she was the only one who stood out like a sore thumb.
She was simply too conspicuous, her presence so prominent that most of the spectators’ eyes were drawn to her.
Unlike the other gladiators who tried to stay far away, she was wrapped in the lightest armor as if it were her greatest trust and support, and she had the nerve to watch the ogre devour the corpses from close up.
The nobles held their breath.
In their hearts, however, they were anticipating only one outcome—the foolish, reckless girl would be torn to bloody shreds in the next moment.
They could imagine no other ending.
Once the ogre finished its meal, it would surely attack the nearest prey.
At that time, the idiot who believed her mere armor could protect her, the so-called guard of Lord Liumion, would undoubtedly be ripped in half.
She wore only a set of old armor—even if it was forged of fine steel and the joints were perfectly fitted, a blow from the ogre would reduce it to scrap.
The standard of Silver-rank strength was precisely the ability to shatter steel.
That idiot!
Because the iron-armored guard risking her life in the arena was sent by Lord Liumion, the nobles could only keep their ridicule and sneers to themselves, though their faces were all twisted in contemptuous, mocking smiles.
“You broke the rules!” Arthur’s heart chilled the moment he saw the figure standing beside the ogre.
He had not imagined any reckless or suicidal foolishness like the nobles; he only realized that something unexpected had happened.
Without a doubt, that iron-armored guard was the very card that gave Liumion the confidence to stake everything on the Samsara Divine Wish!
Who was she?!
Was she a Silver-rank as well?!
Or even Gold-rank?!
“She was originally a gladiator in the arena, part of this contest from the start. I merely lent her a hand when she was near death, and sent her back to the arena to participate again. Brother, rest assured, this match has taken your suspicious nature into account—it’s absolutely fair.”
Perhaps sensing Arthur’s furious glare, Liumion kept his eyes on the iron-armored guard before the ogre and spoke without looking back.
“She’s also a gladiator in the arena?! Tell me! Who is she!”
“Baia Ifir Clorom.”
Liumion shot Arthur a cold glance.
Arthur chewed on the name.
It seemed that the slave who had caused chaos all over the place last night was also called that.
Slave Doll’s face turned pale.
She looked fearfully toward the arena, staring at the iron-armored guard still observing the ogre.
The iron-armored guard—Baia—seemed to sense something, turned her head and locked eyes with the girl.
Because the girl was seated in the front row, Baia squinted to make out her features.
She seemed even scarier than the Ghost Loli, more like an Explosive Loli.
That thought flashed through Baia’s mind, and she gave the girl a thumbs-up, then drew her thumb across her own neck.
I’m going to kill you.
Slave Doll’s eyes rolled back, her body swayed, and she collapsed in a faint.
Baia had become her nightmare.
Baia also noticed Shadow Spider.
After all, the two slave girls belonging to Arthur were seated not far apart.
Shadow Spider had heard Liumion’s words and realized that the armored gladiator was Baia herself.
She glared viciously at Baia, wishing she could go down there and kill her.
But without Arthur’s command, she absolutely could not do anything unnecessary.
Baia also understood that Shadow Spider was much more troublesome than the girl who had fainted from fright.
She shrugged, turned, and continued to observe the ogre’s eating, completely ignoring Shadow Spider’s murderous glare.
Liumion had been watching Baia’s every move, and these two scenes were no exception.
He twitched his lips.
Including the Samsara Divine Wish, it seemed this slave had no regard for the slave girls at all—as if the so-called human-shaped killing machines were nothing but a joke.
She was truly interesting.
“Is she really Baia Ifir Clorom?!” Arthur stared coldly at Liumion and demanded.
He remembered now what information that name represented.
She was a frail former imperial princess.
But according to his own subordinates and the reports from the slave girls, that slave, Baia, should be dead!
Even supposing Baia had not died, if she hadn’t suffered fatal wounds, the reports wouldn’t have stated that Baia was already dead.
“She is Baia.” Liumion replied calmly.
“Don’t be ridiculous! How did you bring her back to life?! And have her full of vigor, able to take part in the match now?! She must be an assassin you’ve trained!” Arthur angrily voiced his suspicion.
“My slave girl is the Samsara Divine Wish.”
“So what! What kind of reason is that!”
“She is the [Master of Life and Death].”
“So what… She succeeded?!”
Arthur’s tone was unspeakably shocked.
It was hard to believe that the ‘Scales of Burial and Resurrection,’ the rumored ability to resurrect the dying, could actually activate.
Wasn’t that ability supposed to have a one hundred percent death rate?!
“If you dare to deceive me…” Arthur threatened darkly.
“Then the bet is void.” Liumion said seriously.
Since Liumion had already said this much, Arthur could only quietly find a seat.
Although he dearly wished to imitate Liumion and use a slave girl as a cushion, the two slave girls he brought along had bodies that hadn’t fully developed.
Their petite figures couldn’t possibly bear his weight, so he could only give up on that idea.
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