Immediately after Patrick shouted Ravenor's name, the entire crowd section around the arena erupted into loud cheers for the Young Lord of Burnwick.
"Come on, Young Lord of Burnwick!!!"
"Redemption!!"
"I believe in you, my love!!"
"Sir Ravenor Burnwick!!!"
"Glory to Burnwick!!"
The voices of the spectators echoed throughout the arena, and the cheers only grew louder as Ravenor stepped out from the entrance.
He walked with his usual calmness.
There was no unnecessary movement in his steps, nor did he bother to acknowledge every voice calling his name. His attention remained on the platform ahead of him as he continued walking, although his expression looked more serious than it usually did.
That small change was enough.
The young ladies of Britannia noticed it almost immediately.
"My Sir Ravenor is more sharp today, oh my Scholarssss!!"
"Kyaaa!!!"
"He's definitely going to win!!"
