The three people who separated at midnight met again inside the Blood Arena the next day; their goal was to collect enough points to enter the library.
"Jashua, let's enter one by one today. You have enough points to spend a full day; if I complete the five points in my hand to ten today, we will directly appear next to the strange man!"
The Young Count looked at the girl standing right beside him; Lareina joined the conversation as if she understood what he was thinking.
"I would love to join you too!"
The Young Count's face fell; as far as he knew, the girl had no chance of collecting the points required to enter the library.
"How will that happen, little one; do you have any points in hand?"
Lareina laughed slightly; it was the first time a light giggle came from her.
"Uncle Atractivo said; every part of the sect is open for you, you can go wherever you want!"
"Oh for fuck's sake, man; I have seen a lot of favoritism, but this takes the cake!"
When Nafız lashed out with a sullen face, Jashua's mood changed; he was quite happy that Lareina would also come to the library. As for Nafız, who shot him a dirty look, she turned her back and proceeded towards the duo keeping the fight records.
Meanwhile, two people were fighting crazily inside the arena; the residual energies from their techniques were pounding the first three rows, but the Blood God didn't care much about this situation. Closing the distance with rapid steps, she called out to the duo sitting inside the sky-blue shield.
"If we fight with five people at the same time, can we get five points?"
The duo watching the fight would only notice Nafız, who came right up to them, when she spoke; despite this, they cast a glance and turned their heads away.
"I am talking to you; do you intend to give an answer?"
Directing her second question, Nafız took one more step forward; now her waist was inside the sky-blue energy shield.
"You, how did you enter here!"
"So you knew how to talk; then you will trouble yourselves to answer my question too, right?"
The duo, making eye contact once, spoke at the same time as if they had agreed.
"Yes, you get five points, but your right to fight in the arena also ends. If you wish, you can accept challenges coming without leaving the field; in this case, while you won't earn points for your victories, we take back one of your points if you lose!"
"Oh, what a nice trade. I don't have my eye on more; getting your five points is enough for me!"
Nafız returned with the same speed she came; sitting in the first row, she set about waiting for the fight to end.
"Come on, be a bit quicker!"
"Damn the move you are going to make; hit by sliding from below, you talentless fool!"
The Blood God was unbearable when she was impatient; she left no joy in either the fighters or the watchers. She barely restrained herself until the fight ended and jumped inside as soon as the duo left the arena.
"I accept everyone who challenges!"
The whole Blood Arena groaned with her voice; people started talking among themselves.
"I wonder who will face her!"
"If there is such a fool, I would love to watch!"
"What do you mean?"
"You aren't a fool either, look; didn't you see what happened yesterday? The girl didn't blink while leaving Virgen's brother armless; would she ever pity you or me?"
While two friends were evaluating the situation heatedly, Nafız continued to wait; as her gaze slowly changed, it was obvious from her every state that she was bored.
"Clerks, can I get my points? As you see, there is no one coming or going!"
The betting office didn't get involved either; everyone was waiting for her to leave the field as if a short break had been given to the fights.
"Yes, you earned five points!"
As soon as she received the answer, Nafız jumped next to Jashua and the strange girl; she didn't seem like she would stay there much either.
"I am going to the library; you follow me without wasting much time!"
Nafız left the Blood Arena blowing like the wind; meanwhile, Lareina completed the picture in her hand.
"How is it, do you think, Jashua!"
The Young Count directed his gaze, which was turned after Nafız, to the paper in the girl's hand and started laughing.
"She never mentioned this scene to me; let's see what else will come out?"
Leaning his hand on the low wall, Jashua jumped inside; this time the Young Count of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom was on the battlefield.
"Just in case, don't keep that picture too visible; you never know with Nafız!"
Jashua called out to Lareina before his feet touched the ground; the young girl started shoving the picture into her pocket in a panic. Meanwhile, drawings of a skinny red-haired orc kneeling on the ground and another one right in front of her making a fist as if to hit her caught the eye.
Jashua came to the middle of the arena with calm steps and started waiting; he was also scanning the spectator rows with his eyes. Detecting potential enemies beforehand was an old habit for him, but what was interesting was that there was no one from those wandering around yesterday's six people in the spectator rows.
"We want to cross weapons with the Young Count!"
A group of five people entered the arena; when they came face to face with Jashua step by step, there were strange looks in their eyes. After staring for a few breaths, one of them stepped forward and began to speak.
"Count Jashua, first of all, I would like to state that we have been watching what you have done for two days with admiration. The reason we appear in the arena today is to gain experience by fighting with you; we take responsibility for anything that might happen to us.
I hope you take us seriously and fulfill this selfish wish of ours!"
When the newcomers stated their purpose, the Blood Arena turned into a witch's cauldron again; what happened in recent days had given people so much to talk about.
"These have lost their minds; what do they think the Blood Arena is?"
"Look at the types, these are the wretches of the sect. They have been crushed so much for years that they finally decided to seek death!"
"Get out of the arena!"
"Training grounds are on the other side, you wretches!"
Jashua heard everything said, but he didn't break his indifferent stance even for a moment.
"Then let's make a bet; if your weapon can reach me within six hundred breaths, you win!"
The five had descended to the field risking injury to feel the power of the person they admired firsthand, perhaps, but the matter was suddenly moved to completely different dimensions.
"I will only counter your attacks, meaning you don't need to hold back!"
Jashua encouraged the five thoroughly; something never seen before was happening, and the Betting Office couldn't remain indifferent to this.
"Bets are open!"
"The five can reach Jashua 1 to 5, cannot reach 1 to 1.5!"
When the odds were announced, hands started raising one by one; words coming out of mouths accompanied the flying blood crystals.
"Jashua!"
"Jashua!"
"Jashua!"
"Jashua!"
"The Five!"
"The Five!"
Voices came from every head until they subsided; participation was so intense that people's conversations didn't stop for minutes.
"Bets are closed!"
When the betting office gave the signal, the two clerks at the registry book didn't wait any longer.
"Let the fight begin!"
Finding themselves in a situation far beyond what they intended, the five were left staring at Jashua motionless; they didn't look like they would lunge forward.
"Attack!"
"Cowards, he said he won't retaliate; what are you waiting for?"
The shouts of those in the spectator rows were because they didn't know what the five felt, but the Young Count understood them very well.
"Do not worry, I will count this as a practice fight between friends!"
The five knew who the voice ringing inside their heads belonged to, and a rare smile appeared on Jashua's face.