Dahlia stood in the center of the arena, waiting for what came next.
Then, suddenly, two figures walked down from the stands, going to the arena.
One was old and wore a simple grey robe, while the other was huge, grinning ear to ear, and wore a big robe.
The crowd whispered loudly when Garion appeared beside the gray-robed elder.
Dahlis smiled instantly as soon as she saw Garion. She ran forward and stood before Garion.
"Master... I did it. I won this tournament."
Garion placed his hand on her head and ruffled her hair lazily.
"Good. As expected from my first disciple."
Dahlia puffed her cheeks slightly.
"You don't have to mess up my hair..."
Before Garion could laugh again, the gray-robed elder coughed, stepping forward.
"Now, now. Congratulations on your victory, Miss Dahlia. As the champion of this tournament, it's time for me to reward you."
The arena went silent again, and Dahlia's eyes lit up.
"A prize?"
The gray-robed elder nodded, smiling.
