Volume 3 Chapter 46 The Witch’s Overly Mischievous Prank I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The underground arena was not exactly underground where it was located.
Perhaps it could be called a half-buried arena.
It was lower than the average sea level, with a simple roof made of animal hides at the top.
The audience seats were about 5 meters high when looking from the combat space, spreading out in a bowl shape except for the VIP area.
Behind it was the grand arena.
The grand arena was much larger and used for more significant matches where citizens would also watch.
The half-underground arena gave off too much of an underground vibe for the upper class to enter as members.
(It must be underground since it deals with gladiators who can become s*x slaves. Participants even wore masks to hide their faces as a standard.)
Guided by a guard, Kian walked along the corridor around the underground arena, thinking this.
Eventually, the soldier stopping in front of the waiting room for the arena.
It looked like a shabby hut made of mud walls and wooden pillars.
There were no doors in sight, and the ground was sandy.
A musty smell of sweat filled the dim area.
There were 3 other people there.
”――――.””…….””…Ah?”
Muscular half-n*ked men leaned against the walls of the room, waiting.
All of them had scary expressions.
They reminded Kian of hungry, wounded wild beasts.
”When it’s time to appeal, the host will call from the arena. The soldiers of the Comune will enter with spears, so just go out to the arena without resisting.”
”Got it.”
As Kian nodded, the soldier returned down the hallway.
Aware of the penetrating gazes of the 3 gladiators, he decided to wait near the wall for his turn.
”――――.”
By the way, he was already changed into revealing clothes for the appeal.
Like the men, he was half-n*ked.
Iron chains wrapped around his hands, giving off a metallic smell.
His loincloth was tied so that it would drop off easily if he pulled on the end with his bound hands.
He looked just like a slave, he thought.
”Ugh, ughhh…”
In front of him, a hairy, exotic-looking man slowly began to pace like a beast.
He smelled faintly of beast and mismatched perfume.
He must have been shoved into a bath right before this and washed completely.
With his wild vibe, it didn’t look like he had a regular bathing habit.
’A member of the black panther tribe, huh? You sure are being watched more than usual.’
(Ignore it, ignore it. Getting involved will only waste energy.)
In times like this, it was time for meditation, not pretending to sleep.
Kian quietly knelt down and closed his eyes.
* * *
The show in the arena, or rather, the show-off time, ended after about 30 minutes for all 4 of them.
With a fierce-looking guard pushing a spear from behind, the announcer went on and on about how deadly this gladiator was, how many he had killed, and how he did it.
After that, they were drenched in blood-red wine and had to step forward one by one and spin around.
They didn’t get covered in gold dust, but at the end, they were told to remove their loincloths and expose themselves in front of the high-class guests.
Kian and the other 2 showed their privates calmly, but the black panther guy struggled a lot, so the guard had to use force to open him up.
The ladies cheered loudly, but for Kian, it was a performance he didn’t need at all.
Then, a high-ranking member of the Comune told them to leave, and they all walked back to the waiting room.
Finally, when he let out a sigh of relief that the boring time was over, she came.
* * *
”Are you Mr. Kian?”
After the other 3 gladiators left the room with their owner,
Kian waited for Priscilla, but instead, a black-haired lady came in.
He couldn’t see her face well.
The upper half was covered by a white mask.
He could tell she was older by the makeup around her mouth and the eyes peeking through the mask.
A beauty mark under her left eye had a seductive presence.
Black hair and eyes with a beauty mark reminded him of Christy, but she had narrow eyes that made her look smart and strong-willed.
The noblewoman here had a droopy-eyed look that gave her a calm impression.
She seemed like the kind of good wife who would let her husband take the lead and follow half a step behind.
The dress she wore was the opposite of a witch’s outfit that accentuates the body’s lines and allows for easy movement – it was a voluminous, ordinary dress.
The lady hid her mouth with a feather fan and looked at Kian with an upward gaze.
”Am I wrong?”
”No, that’s right. I am Kian.”
”I’m glad. I was worried I had the wrong person.”
”――――.”
(Her skin is beautiful. Her eyebrows are thick and full, but her body hair is neatly trimmed. She must have several servants taking care of her body every day. A fairly wealthy woman.)
She was likely the daughter or wife of a famous merchant guild’s merchant or a Western Church bishop.
While Kian was subtly probing her background, the noblewoman continued to speak leisurely.
”And your master, what about them I want to warm the bed without your master for just one night, but it wouldn’t do to take you away without permission, would it?”
”────It’s fine, Fhana.”
”Ms. Priscilla…”
”Oh Priscilla, what do you mean ‘it’s fine’?”
A white-haired witch slowly approached from the corridor.
Her witch outfit added to her graceful appearance.
Priscilla came over to the side of the noblewoman she had called Fhana.
”This man can be moved by my word alone. If you want him for the night, you can take him. Swordsman Kian, do you object to being bought by this fine lady?”
”No. Although I cannot see her face, I assume she must be a beautiful woman. It is an unexpected joy for someone of my lowly status to be invited to her bed. How could I refuse?”
”Oh my, my~ It seems you’re Azraelian~ You speak the common tongue of the West so elegantly…”
”‘Ms. Priscilla, what do you mean?’”
Kian asked the witch with a smile in Azraelian.
Priscilla also smiled warmly.
”I just helped her ladyship because she wanted to have an affair. Do as you please. I’ll inform my brother and your familiars accordingly.”
”What are you talking about, Priscilla?”
”He seems worried about your true nature. He’s afraid he might get caught sharing a bed, causing trouble for your husband.”
”It’s all right. My husband said he wouldn’t be back today. None of the servants would sympathize and tell on me. It’s always been like that.”
Just by her mannerisms, this lady seems like a frequent adulterer.
Although he pitied her husband, as a swordsman named Kian, he had no choice but to obey the noblewoman.
After all, Priscilla, who could be considered a stand-in master, had made her offer.
At this point, refusing would likely lead to retaliation from the angry lady later on.
It’s better to go along with a long con.
(Well, I had been warned that such things might happen when I took the quest. I wouldn’t panic now. I just had to calmly do my job…)
So Kian received a shirt and pants from the man who had been driving the noblewoman’s carriage.
He couldn’t wear the shirt because the chains wouldn’t be removed, so he compromised and put on only the pants.
After changing, he was instructed to get on the lady’s carriage.
Of course, the lady’s true nature and the carriage’s destination were never disclosed to Kian.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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