Beep!

[Host, I am your system known as HTC, welcome to the desire system. It’s time to let go of the weak 3 of the lot]

Wanting on the bizarre game-like translucent window which appeared in entrance of him.

‘Weak?’ Hisha questioned what he heard in his ideas and noticed.

Wanting over to Kritz in confusion, His mouth opened, then closed as he contemplated asking if Kritz might see what he was seeing.

Kritz regarded his lord’s approach, sensing his consideration was wanted.

When Kritz displayed no response in anyway that might present he might see what Hisha was at the moment witnessing, he let loose a sigh of aid.

‘I am the one one who’s hallucinating, acquired it!’ His lips drew into a skinny line.

“Lord Hisha, 3 must be eradicated,” Kritz whispered by means of the nook of his mouth.

Hisha’s mouth gaped barely open on the similarities between his phrases and the translucent display that had appeared earlier than.

‘Why get rid of them, what are they preventing for?’ He puzzled in confusion, all these did not make any sense to him.

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“By get rid of, you do not imply get rid of in that sort of sense, proper?” He curiously questioned.

Contemplating the period, these phrases sounded extra harmful than they had been purported to be to Hisha.

‘If it was some actuality present, then this is able to make a complete lot of sense.’ Hisha reasoned.

Kritz raised a forehead at his lord’s query as soon as once more, barely disturbed by the query posed to him.

Slowly approaching Hisha, Kritz had his brows furrowed.

Hisha needed to maintain his floor and never stagger again to this barely suspicious male.

‘I’m the lord right here, I am unable to be intimidated.’ He mentioned attempting to drag himself collectively earlier than his resolve dies out.

“My lord, are you feeling properly?” Kritz whispered, his eyes inspecting Hisha at a fast tempo, then again to his face.

“I am feeling a bit unwell because of the lack of sleep, might we postpone this?” He faked a yawn and regarded down on the females as soon as once more.

The clear frown on Kritz’s face made him rethink his actions.

‘This physique does not smile? Or was it one thing else I had mentioned?’ Hisha facepalmed at how silly he felt.

Clearing his throat and placing on a stern face, “I can deal with this.”

Kritz moved to the facet as Hisha walked previous him.

Taking a deep breath, Hisha made a psychological notice of what he was going to say to the ladies beneath.

“I admire all of your effort to take part on this match, this is able to be pushed just a few days earlier than I make the primary resolution.”

“As you would like, lord Hisha!” All of them chorused in probably the most heavenly harmonious voices he had heard in such a very long time.

His lips raised in a smirk, pondering again to his world the place the females would not even look his approach, not to mention converse to him aside from his finest pal who had friend-zoned him.

‘Ha! Who’s laughing now?!’ He thought fortunately.

The doorways opened, to allow their exit from the world.

In an orderly method, they filed out in 100 and one rows.

As quickly because the door shut, he turned in direction of Kritz whose brows had been knitted. It regarded like he was conflicted about one thing–ideally his lord’s resolution on suspending the match, however unwilling to go towards his order.

“My Lord, do not you assume that it is unwise to push this?” A male’s voice reduce in as he walked up the steps to satisfy Hisha.

Trying to his proper, he had not taken to account that there may be one other male aside from Kritz who might converse to him in such a approach.

It was a male, he had messy inexperienced hair with bangs hanging proper below his chin, he wore a sleeveless black overcoat seamed with gold hemlines over a leafy inexperienced gown with a black collar and sash. Black pants and a pair of darkish brown boots overlaid with criss-cross patterned black ribbons.

Beep!

[Congratulations host, so not to be as stupid as you can be in this world, you have been granted ‘Character Status’]

‘Silly? Granted by whom?!’ Hisha frowned upon the phrases that echoed in his ideas as he learn together with the translucent display.

[Name: Rean Dru]

[Height: 175cm]

[Position: Warlord]

‘Not too dangerous,’ he rubbed his chin, that is all he wanted to rapidly place a reputation and their position right here.

‘Warlord huh?’ He nodded his head to the helpful data.

In a bid to maintain up his presumptuous outlook, he raised his chin and had a stoic expression and instantly observed the smug look on Rean’s face.

‘Positively as much as no good.’ Hisha deduced as he gave one other thorough physique scan and unintentionally let loose a scoff.

A chill ran down his backbone, somebody was giving off a lethal aura from behind him.

Wanting again, Kritz stood straight, not saying a phrase. He was again to having an expressionless face. Beneath all of that, Hisha might really feel a suppressed rage in direction of Rean.

He might solely guess they’d some kind of feud occurring as they tactfully shared heated glares at each other.

“My lord,’ Rean bowed.

Hisha nodded to his gesture, imploring him to state what he wanted out of his lips.

“That is foolishness, my lord, would not it’s smart to proceed with the match? The harem can be strengthened in the event that they know the implications of being the weak li–”

Increase!

‘What on this planet?!’ Hisha crossed his hand over his eyes from the particles that flew within the air.

A cloud of smoke engulfed the world.

Opening his eyes and decreasing his fingers, he was fast sufficient to note the flying particles that had flown in his route suspended within the air earlier than dropping to the bottom.

‘I acquired powers?’ He gawked on the fallen particles for a short second.

Bam!

Bam!

His consideration was drawn towards the sound of a groan and blows.

The mud steadily settled, revealing Kritz sitting on Rean’s abdomen. He had his left hand holding Rean by the collar, and his proper hand raised, knuckles lined in blood and going proper down for an additional strike.

Bam!

“By no means query our lord ever once more, you low life!” Kritz yelled in rage, his crimson eyes glinted and glowed as he gave a collection of punches to Rean’s face.

Hisha’s eyes widened on the sight, it will end up that he was proper about these two.

‘How the hell does my butler beat up a warlord?!’ He panicked and took a step again, not sure of what would occur to him on this world.

“My lord,” Kritz’s voice stopped Hisha from taking one other step backward.

“What ought to I do about this low life?” He sneered at Rean as he spoke.

His expression switched from disdain whereas wanting down pathetically at Rean at his mercy, to stoic as he requested Hisha’s opinion on his subsequent motion.