Without changing her clothes, Nafız headed straight to the Blood Arena; although a few people saw her along the way, they couldn't make a sound and quickly moved away from her. When she entered the arena, all eyes turned to her; the disciples were trying to understand what was happening.
"Did she take a blood bath?"
"Look at her wounds; blood is still leaking from some of them!"
"She is not going to enter the battlefield in this state, is she?"
While they were debating among themselves, Nafız threw herself into the middle of the battlefield as soon as she stepped on the low wall.
"Come!"
Her state was miserable, but her voice didn't sound like it at all. While the clothes on her were painting a picture of misery, the attitude in her voice looked down on everyone.
"She wasn't around for a week; now she comes and shows off?"
"If five of us go out, can we take her down?"
"Why are only five of us going out; while we are this pumped up, shouldn't we increase our chances?"
In the absence of the representatives of the Six Clans, small groups formed by other disciples among themselves had started to flourish; they couldn't find a better opportunity to prove their superiority.
"If you have the courage, fight with ten of us at once; what do you say?"
When one of them stood up and shouted, it caused laughter among others sitting in the spectator rows. It was a complete comedy that they talked about courage and wanted to fight ten against one at the same time.
"Not one, not ten, let all of you come. Not to the masses, but to the king!"
When Nafız answered shouting while swaying a bit, those starting to run down from the rows threw themselves inside the arena. Besides the first group making the offer, there were also those answering the challenge. When Nafız was surrounded by a circle of approximately fifty people, a voice rose from the betting office.
"Bloody Moon Nora, against all challengers!"
This announcement excited the spectators because the betting office attempting such a thing meant that the registration officials allowed the fight. They set about waiting for the new announcement of the betting office to raise the blood crystals appearing in their hands into the air.
"Betting odds; Bloody Moon Nora wins 1 to 10, challengers win 1 to 5!"
After hearing the last ones, the spectators literally turned into fools; the odds announced by the betting office had caught them off guard. Just as they gave ten to one for the chance of winning against fifty people, they were giving five to one for the chance of fifty people winning against one person.
"Who will you bet on?"
"Of course on the challengers; look at the state of that girl. She can barely stand!"
After two friends made their decisions, they raised their hands into the air and watched the progress of blood crystals towards the betting office.
"Hey, Jashua's soldier. Could you decide?"
The friend of the youth who bet on Jashua in all bets since he stepped into the arena didn't hurry this time; he wanted to learn his decision.
"If Lord Jashua behaves respectfully towards that person, there is something he knows. I am betting on the girl named Nora!"
"Alright man, this time I will follow you too!"
"Wow, wow, wow. Isn't this half of your fortune?"
"So be it; we will either sink or swim!"
Everyone had a calculation, but none could know what was passing through the mind of Nafız standing calmly in the middle of enemies.
"I need to purify, but how will it happen. Whatever I know actually belongs to Mora; am I nothing without them?"
"Stupid orc, do you think you are inferior to a human?"
The answer to the question she asked herself came from a voice she recognized; God Bürküt seemed angry.
"What is yours is already yours; you will not abandon your abilities. What you need to leave behind is the nature that doesn't belong to you; you need to purify yourself from someone else's manners and attitudes!"
What was said was clear, and Nafız inwardly knew this too, but she couldn't fully understand. Knowing is not always understanding; the greatest need to digest and internalize what happened is time.
"Did she close those eyes of hers!"
"Did she come to commit suicide!"
Remaining in the middle of fifty people, Nafız closed her eyes and started waiting until the registration officials gave the signal.
"Begin!"
Fifty people lunged forward at the same time; they were like greedy people trying to grab a piece of the cake standing in the middle. Against them, Nafız didn't move from her place; she waited just like that until there were a few steps left for the enemies to reach her.
Then suddenly she disappeared from sight; all sounds ceased. For the next hundred breaths, no sound came out other than the sound of two metals cutting flesh; those in the spectator rows were as if they weren't there.
"It's over!"
When Nafız broke the silence creating the feeling of being left in the middle of nothingness, sounds of exhaling and coughs were heard from every corner; evidently, people had been watching what happened by holding their breaths all this time.
"The winner, Bloody Moon Nora!"
With the announcement of the registration officials, the minority who bet on Nafız started shouting madly; they couldn't stand still from their joy.
"How did it happen; I couldn't see anything. A red shadow wandered among people and took them all down one by one!"
"Is this what you are thinking; we won, son. I bet half of my fortune and now I have ten times the gain. Let Jashua be yours; my idol is Bloody Moon Nora. Blood God Nora!"
The young man was so excited that most of the arena heard the words he shouted, and among these were those who won the bet. One heard and repeated, another heard and repeated, and this turned into a chanting frenzy.
"Blood God Nora!"
"Blood God Nora!"
"Blood God Nora!"
While the stone blocks forming the arena trembled from the shaking, Jashua also entered inside with the five people following him. The Young Count, who waited for a while, couldn't endure it and appeared here after going out to look for her.
"What is this?"
Only one person from the group of five could speak; what spilled from his tongue was no more than two words. When Jashua, advancing among the deafening chants, came to the edge of the low wall, they remained nailed to their places.
"Sir, are you okay?"
After looking at him out of the corner of her eye, Nafız proceeded towards the registration officials; with every step, she was stepping on an enemy, and the sounds coming from those on the ground were not pleasant at all.
"Would it be okay if you give me five days of library entry right by counting today separately? Otherwise, soon there will be no men left to fight here!"
After completing her words, she turned and looked towards the betting office; she knew they would actually make this decision. The main purpose of the Blood Arena and the betting office was to seize the blood crystals brought along by the disciples joining the Holy Blood Sect coming from different power centers.
If there was a bet somewhere, the institution organizing this would always profit, and now the betting office was confronting a person throwing a wrench in their works.
"Your request is accepted; you may leave the arena!"
The last words happened not as a whisper but directly as a thought transfer. thereupon, rushing out without waiting even a breath, Nafız left Jashua running towards her behind. The Young Count didn't understand what was happening; he went after the red-haired girl to clarify the events as soon as possible, but someone at least as hulking as himself blocked his way.
"You said come the next day, but your shadow didn't fall on the Blood Arena even though a week passed. Now are you trying to run away even though you see me?"
Ralf stood in front of Jashua with his two hands intertwined on his chest, with his unique stance; he was blocking the whole way with the giant weapon on his back.