The Dimming Light

"Good job, Layland," a white-haired beauty says as she walks to me while uselessly hiding her mirth upon seeing me. "That stunt earlier ignited my battle spirit. I wonder if we can spar soon."

"Right after everything is settled," I answer simply, not planning to refuse her invitation. "Though, I have a feeling that we will spar even if you didn't ask."

"Ah, the Demon Kings Summit." Eliseus nods her head in understanding before looking at me curiously. "Your confidence in my being suspected as a Demon King Candidate is quite flattering. You may be disappointed though."

"The fact that you are aware of such a game already confirms that you are suspected."