"——I'll go."
Unexpectedly... it was Arsene, the weakest combatant among the three, who stood up without hesitation.
He strode forward, staring intently at the Count of Orleans.
In those pupils, a golden radiance gradually ignited—that was the resonance of the Principle of Balance.
Aiwass looked at Arsene with interest.
He didn't know what Arsene had thought of or what kind of determination he had made to dare to face a Son of the Moon at the Fifth Power Level in the opponent's home ground. It's known that Arsene was not good at fighting... he was only good at escaping.
The Count of Orleans also clearly understood Arsene's background.
"Actually..."
Therefore, he felt no pressure at all, only standing there with a sneer: "You dare challenge me, Arsene?"
The Count still held his cane in one hand, standing motionless.
From this address, it was clear he knew Arsene.
