Chapter 39 Gladiator Princess At The Bottom Of The Abyss
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Deep beneath the Royal Capital—
In a specific, lawless zone, lies an illegal colosseum known as the `[Bottom of the Abyss]`.
It is a massive, circular cavern carved out deep underground, where the scent of damp earth mingles with the metallic tang of blood. In the ring, beast-kin slaves dragging heavy chains face off against snarling, captured monsters, while gold-hungry mercenaries catch their breath at the sidelines.
Amidst the earth-shaking roars of a frenzied crowd, battles are waged where lives are quite literally the stakes.
An extrajudicial dystopia where blood and grit, gold and raw desire swirl together in a violent vortex. The crude, vulgar shouts echoing from the depths of the dim corridors and the buzzing excitement of the spectators only heighten the surreal, bizarre nature of the place.
Somehow, I found a strange comfort in this stagnant, suffocating air.
With immense fortunes changing hands night after night across various games of chance, it was truly the absolute bottom of the abyss.
A few days ago, I had approached Zoltan Rex—the undisputed kingpin of this arena—with a very special entertainment proposal. Intrigued, Zoltan had met with me directly to finalize the details.
His thick, fleshy neck draped in multiple heavy gold chains, his eyes had instantly shifted the moment I pitched the idea, gleaming with the unmistakable hunger for a massive payout.
Extremely sensitive to the scent of coin, he had jumped at my proposition with absolute enthusiasm, and the match was scheduled to take place tonight.
My business partner, Balthazar, had already transported the twenty goblins I summoned directly into the colosseum’s holding pens.
The stage was perfectly set.
All that was left was for me to bring tonight’s star attraction—our “gladiator”—to the arena.
—
”…I knew I could count on you to show up, Princess.”
Inside the swaying carriage, I flashed a smile at Princess Elenor, who sat directly across from me.
The faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the narrow gaps of the carriage windows softly illuminated her glossy, elegant hair. Her expression, at least for today, looked a fraction more displeased than usual.
”Hmph. Do not flatter yourself. I only came to keep an eye on you and ensure you aren’t plotting some foul mischief. Make no mistake.”
She crossed her arms and turned her face away, letting out a sharp, haughty snap.
Despite having her holiday schedule disrupted by my sudden invitation, she still dutifully showed up, proving she was wonderfully, genuinely honest deep down. Internally, the corners of my mouth twitched into a slight smile.
”Well, let’s just leave it at that then.”
As I shrugged my shoulders, Elenor’s gaze drifted uncomfortably around the carriage.
I could see her slender fingertips twitching ever so slightly over her lap. It was as though she were trapped in a restless mix of anticipation and anxiety over what would happen next.
”By the way… where exactly is this carriage taking us?”
”I’d love to tell you it’s a surprise to look forward to upon arrival, but it would be troublesome if you went on a rampage once we got there. I’ll be perfectly honest with you. Our destination is an underground colosseum—the `[Bottom of the Abyss]`.”
”Wh-What…?! That is an illegal arena! Are you truly telling me you intend to go on a date in such a wretched, depraved place?! Your tastes are utterly appalling!”
It seemed Her Highness was harboring a fundamental misunderstanding about the entire situation.
Her deep blue eyes flew wide open in utter shock, quickly clouding over with intense condemnation.
”Oh, no. Unfortunately, we aren’t going there to watch the matches.”
I offered her a thoroughly mischievous, playful grin.
”I am going as the owner of the team making its grand debut tonight, ‘Royal Phantom’. And you, Elenor-sama, will be entering the ring to fight as our team’s ace gladiator.”
”…I cannot comprehend a single word of the nonsense you are spewing. I am a princess of the realm. There is absolutely no way I would perform in such a vulgar, lowborn spectacle.”
”Oh, yes, you will. And there’s no need to worry. After all, it’s an entirely illegal establishment, meaning your social status and titles mean absolutely nothing there.”
”Have you utterly lost your mind?!”
Elenor stared at me with the exact expression one might use when encountering a bizarre, alien creature for the very first time. Her gaze was completely filled with doubt and bewildered confusion.
Of course, even I wasn’t foolish enough to throw the literal princess of this kingdom straight into a blood sport exactly as she was.
I had already equipped her with a magic artifact I crafted myself: the `[Ring of Transformation]`.
Thanks to its enchantment, her current appearance possessed a breathtaking beauty fully equal to that of Princess Elenor, yet her facial features had been completely altered into those of an entirely different person.
It was a magic artifact designed to alter the sensory perception of anyone who looked at her.
I hadn’t clued her in on the trick, of course, but it guaranteed her true identity wouldn’t be exposed to the crowd.
And on top of that…
I was going to have her enter the arena under the ring name of “Princess Elenor.”
A mysterious, devastatingly beautiful gladiator bearing the exact same name as the real princess.
There was absolutely no way the crowd wouldn’t lose their minds over it.
It was the ultimate form of entertainment.
I let out a quiet, dark chuckle.
”Well, we have arrived, my Princess.”
The carriage came to a halt, and the faint, chaotic roar of the crowd was already audible from outside.
Extending my hand to escort Elenor, we made our way inside through the colosseum’s rear entrance.
The chilly underground draft immediately enveloped us, thick with a distinctive, oppressive mix of raw heat, stale sweat, and the faint metallic tang of fresh blood. The stone pavestones beneath our boots were slick with dampness, and the deep, guttural roars of men echoed from the distance. Further in, the fierce bellows of wild beasts resounded through the halls.
We moved into the private waiting room assigned to us.
The dim, cramped room smelled faintly of lamp oil, containing nothing but a heavily worn wooden bench resting against the stone wall.
There, I presented Elenor with a lavish, extravagant dress I had prepared beforehand.
It was a magnificent piece made of deep crimson velvet, adorned with intricate gold embroidery—a garment explicitly tailored to command attention on a grand stage.
”Please change into this. Tonight, you are the princess who dances across the battlefield.”
Brooking no refusal from the bewildered girl, I had her change into the attire.
Though her eyes still flashed with heavy currents of dissatisfaction, she didn’t actively resist.
The heavy weight of the velvet dress bore down upon her delicate, slender shoulders.
Naturally, the sword had been provided by me as well. If she used her personal, favorite blade, there was a chance someone might recognize its craftsmanship. That was a risk I intended to eliminate entirely.
Having completed her preparations, Elenor—now clad in an unfamiliar dress and clutching a strange sword—was escorted toward the gladiators’ holding area.
The crimson of the dress provided a breathtaking, striking contrast against her porcelain-white skin.
As I watched her back leave the waiting room, the lingering fragrance of her dress lightly brushed against my nostrils. Well then, time for me to get back to work.
Before long, the raucous, blaring music echoing throughout the colosseum died down, and a powerful spotlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the circular ring.
The center of the dust-swept ring stood bathed in a blinding, radiant light.
The announcer’s deep, wildly enthusiastic voice boomed across the arena.
The sound reverberated violently against the cavernous walls, driving the spectators’ excitement into an absolute frenzy.
’Alright, you lot, the wait is over! Tonight, descending into the absolute depths of this abyss, a single, noble flower blooms upon the sand! Her name is none other than—Princess, Elenorrrr!!’
The moment that name was called out, an explosive, deafening roar of cheers and crude, vulgar catcalls erupted from the stands like a localized earthquake.
The stomping of heavy boots, wild screams, and high-pitched shrieks filled the air.
A swirling vortex of pure madness completely consumed the entire colosseum.
Emerging from the iron gate was a beautiful gladiator in a deep crimson dress who, despite looking like a total stranger to Elenor, possessed an identical level of sublime beauty and regal grace.
As the spotlight caught her figure, she seemed to radiate an almost otherworldly brilliance.
The crowd’s excitement had already spiked to an abnormal, terrifying level before the match had even officially begun.
The thick scent of gold and raw desire grew exponentially heavier.
And then, her opponents were unleashed into the ring.
The twenty goblins I had personally summoned.
They possessed mottled green skin, bulging, bulbous eyes, and bared, jagged fangs.
I had issued a strict, unyielding command to them beforehand: “Do not kill your opponent.”
Being mere monsters, they couldn’t comprehend overly complex strategies, but a simple, singular restriction like “you must not kill” was something they could follow without issue.
The dry, metallic ring of a gong echoed through the arena, signaling the start of the battle.
The twenty goblins rushed forward all at once, letting out low, guttural snarls.
Their filthy, clawed hands stretched out toward Elenor’s pristine dress. However, there was absolutely no way a pack of low-tier monsters could triumph over the undisputed strongest swordsman of the royal family.
Elenor slaughtered the goblins one after another with swordplay that was as elegantly fluid as a dance, yet razor-sharp. Every time her blade cut through the air and sheared across a goblin’s scrawny neck, a dull, heavy thud resounded.
Arcs of fresh crimson sprayed through the air, scattering in tiny, dark flecks across her red dress.
There was zero hesitation in her movements; she looked as though she were merely performing a beautifully choreographed ballet.
The crowd’s feverish excitement washed over the ring like a literal heatwave. Just as the spectators were becoming completely intoxicated by her overwhelming, dominant strength…
The madness reached its peak, and thousands of eyes were utterly transfixed by the spectacle in the ring.
Leaning deeply back into the plush leather sofa of the VIP box, I channeled my Mana into the ring on my right hand.
The Mana sealed within the gemstone began to pulse with a faint, rhythmic light.
That exact current of Mana transmitted flawlessly across the distance, connecting directly to the choker fastened tightly around her neck.
”Ngh… a-nngh…♡”
Up on the ring, Elenor’s fluid movements instantly and visibly ground to a halt.
Her face contorted into a sharp grimace of intense agony and bewildered confusion.
The sheer disruption of her internal Mana combined violently with a sudden, entirely unexpected wave of intense pleasure.
There was absolutely no way the goblins would miss a glaring opening like that.
Several goblins immediately lunged onto her, their filthy hands clawing and tearing at her elegant velvet dress.
Pinned down and completely immobilized, Elenor was forced to take a series of heavy, brutal impacts as the goblins drove their filthy, clenched fists straight into her completely defenseless abdomen. Thud! Thud!
As the dull, sickening sounds of the impacts to her stomach echoed outward, the crowd’s excitement surged past its breaking point.
The high-pitched, breathless gasps crying out from the ring melted completely into the deep, raucous roars of the spectators.
’Ohhhhhh! What an unbelievable turn of events! That proud, noble princess is being utterly brutalized and toyed with by mere goblins!’
The announcer’s ecstatic shrieks tore through the colosseum.
The raw excitement and frantic energy of the audience finally achieved its absolute climax.
An earthquake of cheers battered against the eardrums. The betting rates must have been fluctuating at a dizzying, catastrophic pace. It was a flawless, beautiful moment.
That should be just about enough.
I smoothly withdrew my Mana from the ring, instantly deactivating the Mana interference.
In a flash, the tides of battle completely flipped once more.
Though her face was heavily distorted by a burning mask of intense humiliation, a fierce, blazing fire of pure martial wrath ignited deep within her eyes as she violently, savagely tore herself free from the goblins’ filthy constraints.
Heavy, ragged breaths cut through the thick scent of fresh blood.
Snatched off the sand, her fallen blade was raised once more as she systematically annihilated the remaining goblins with the terrifying, unstoppable fury of a demon god. Her sword danced through the air like a living entity, leaving nothing but a scattered carpet of torn goblin remnants across the ring.
The final gong rang out loudly, echoing across the arena to signal the end of the match.
A spectacular, breathtaking comeback victory after a brutal near-defeat—
The colosseum erupted into a chaotic, deafening symphony of thunderous applause celebrating her triumph, beautifully intertwined with the vulgar, bitter booing of those who had wagered their fortunes on Elenor’s absolute ruin.
While the overwhelming heat and residual excitement continued to swirl like a cyclone, every single pair of eyes in the stands remained glued to a single spot.
Right at the epicenter, Elenor stood with her magnificent crimson dress heavily stained and ruined with dark monster blood, yet she held her sword high in the air, proudly proclaiming her ultimate victory to the world.
Her expression was no longer one of pain, nor was it one of humiliation.
—Deep down, from the very bottom of her heart, she looked like she was having an absolute blast.
Deep within the pupils of her eyes, a brilliant, terrifying light had taken firm root.
It seemed my little arrangement had succeeded with absolute, flawless perfection.
Notes:
• de – A particle used in the aristocratic name of the Margrave Albion de Blanchefort.
• Zoltan – A thick fleshy neck draped in multiple heavy gold chains, greedy eyes. The undisputed kingpin and boss of the illegal underground colosseum.
• Rex – The Rex family name carried by Zoltan, representing his authoritative lineage within the underworld hierarchy.
• Balthazar – The arrogant, sweating heir to the Zaitz Merchant Guild is a short, plump man reeking of pastries and stained finery. Son of a slave trader and proxy for the Grimlocks and Xenos, he hides his cowardice behind bluster and unethical business proposals. As a business partner known for traumatic, perverted eccentricities, he manages the transport of summoned goblins for his illicit trade network.
• Elenor – The Student Council President, a revered princess known as the Saint of Light, is a noble beauty with radiant golden hair and piercing blue eyes. A skilled swordswoman, she leads a double life as a secret arena gladiator. Currently, she faces a terrifying crisis: her identity is at risk of exposure while she endures a brutal, forced submission ordeal, yet she remains resilient and defiant.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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