As Ethan Hayes' words rang through the air, the tension in the arena became palpable. Among the gathered crowd, the commoners felt a surge of pride and fiery determination, their hearts racing as if ignited by his bold proclamation. On the other hand, the nobles looked on, their faces twisted in disdain and anger, though none dared step forward after witnessing Salim's crushing defeat.
"'Are kings and lords born better than others?'" Ethan's voice echoed like a clarion call, leaving many speechless.
The members of the Magic Knight squads, especially their leaders, exchanged uneasy glances. Silver Eagle's captain and others who came from noble backgrounds frowned deeply. The statement, while inspiring to the commoners, cut close to the power structures they benefited from.
Yet before the brewing tension could explode further, a warm and powerful presence descended upon the scene. A figure materialized, his appearance almost ethereal in its simplicity—a man with short golden hair, a star-shaped mark on his forehead, and an aura that radiated authority tempered by kindness.
The arena fell silent.
"It's the Wizard King!" someone exclaimed.
Gasps spread through the crowd. The participants and captains alike stood in reverent acknowledgment, bowing slightly. Ethan, too, offered a polite nod, recognizing Julius Novachrono immediately.
Julius' bright smile diffused the tension as he gestured for the crowd to relax. "Well said, young man," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "But let's not let passion lead to unnecessary recklessness, shall we?"
The Wizard King's words seemed to carry a weight that soothed the brewing storm. Turning his attention fully to Ethan, he continued, "Your duel was impressive, and your talents undeniable. Still, I suggest we forgo the condition of tearing your magic grimoires apart. It's far too precious to risk over a duel, no matter how compelling the stakes."
Ethan gave a faint shrug, pretending to be indifferent. "If that's what you think is best."
But deep down, he sighed in relief. His gamble had paid off. He'd bet everything that Julius would intervene, knowing the Wizard King's reputation for fairness and his fascination with unique talents like Ethan's.
The Wizard King chuckled, seemingly reading the young man's thoughts. Then, addressing the Magic Knight captains, he announced, "Captains, I'll be claiming this one for myself. Ethan Hayes will join me directly."
The captains froze momentarily, exchanging glances of disbelief. Such a declaration was unprecedented, as even the most talented recruits traditionally had to earn their stripes within one of the squads before working under the Wizard King.
Julius' decision, however, was final. He turned to Ethan and extended a hand. "Come with me. We have much to discuss."
Before Ethan could reply, the world shifted around him. In a flash of light, he found himself in an opulent yet welcoming room, filled with intricate magical artifacts and tomes.
"Where am I?" Ethan asked, glancing around in amazement.
"My office," Julius replied, his smile unwavering. "I hope you don't mind the abrupt transportation—it saves time."
Back at the arena, Yuno watched the scene unfold with mixed feelings. His rival had just been plucked out of the competition, leaving him with a sense of unfinished business.
"Ethan," Yuno muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. "You might be closer to the Wizard King now, but I won't lose to you. Just wait and see."