Prince Tristin spread his hands wide with a proud smirk on his face.
"Ahh."
He slowly exhaled, clearly pleased by the cheering coming from the crowd.
The sound of few people amongst the hundreds of thousands of people calling his name continued to echo throughout the Arena, rising from the stands and rolling across the fighting platform.
"Do you hear that, Average of Burnwick?"
He said it while looking toward Cyrus, who had one hand resting at the back of his head, while his headset hung loosely around his neck.
"Ehn."
Cyrus turned his attention toward the Prince.
"THREE!"
The crowd began the countdown as usual.
But apart from the countdown, Cyrus could clearly hear another sound.
The cheering for Prince Tristin.
He leaned back slightly.
"Wow."
There was genuine surprise in his scarlet eyes.
"Did you pay them or something?"
He asked while folding his arms, an impressed expression appearing on his face.
"Pay?!"
Tristin's expression immediately changed.
