The irate mother was waiting in the arena when Karl arrived.
"Are you ready to admit defeat? Kneel before me and serve the PTA for a hundred years, and I may forgive you." She demanded.
"Did you read that line in a novel?
It was a smutty novel, wasn't it? A genuine bodice ripper sort of spicy evening read." Karl joked.
Elder Socrate flew up to the referee's stand with Remi wrapped around his neck like a necklace, and called down to them.
"If the contestants are done trash talking, we will get this started."
"Of course, Elder. I would hate to waste your time."
The Elder nodded, and the woman drew her sword. Then Karl blocked off all energy in the area using [Mana Suppression], before hitting her with [Overwhelming Presence], [Dominating Power] and [Pacifism].
Her eyes glazed over, and the sword dropped to the ground as her knees buckled.
Then, Karl started the illusion.
