"Wait... I'm a gladiator?"
Disbelief crashed over me as I looked at the staff member, hoping that I had just misheard him.
"..."
The staff then met my gaze with a deadpan expression, utterly unamused.
"Haaaa..."
He let out a long, tired sigh before glancing down at his papers again.
Then, with complete indifference—
"Yeah, you're a gladiator. Congrats."
He said it so casually. Like it was nothing.
Like he expected me to be happy about this.
Well—
'I'M FUCKING NOT!!!'
I screamed internally, barely stopping myself from shouting it out loud.
"But I'm just sixteen years old. Aren't I supposed to be a servant?!"
I mouthed the words, trying to make sense of this nonsense.
"..."
The staff's face twitched in irritation.
And then, with an annoyed tone—
"Listen here, kid... I don't care how old you are."
He declared that.
His voice was sharp and harsh.
"I don't care about your background, your gender, or your race."
The staff continued without hesitation.
