The Last Elementis's

TLE 22'S

"I got in wrong. I'm gonna go."

Someone's hand quickly caught up to him.

"I didn't expect a guest to arrive. I'd love it if you'd sit down for a minute to have a cup of tea with me." Tirian pointed tables and chairs are available.

Is it warm? Camelia's mind betrayed her master. After all a cold night with a cup of hot tea is the perfect combination. However, in times like these self-esteem is still much more important.

Camelia sheathed back her sword then looked straight at the man in front of her. "thank you. But I didn't come for it."

"I'm so sorry I'm not lucky."

A guard appeared making Camelia who was about to speak clench her lips again.

"Master, it's time."

Camelia understood the word. He pulled one corner of his lips. "A person who is leaving should not welcome guests."

Camelia had already turned around, this time no one was holding her back. However, the man behind him suddenly made a sound.

"I'll make an exception for special guests."

Camelia heard it but did not consider it anything meaningful. He looked a little before continuing on.

...••••••...

The festival that begins after sunset is two hours long. In the middle position of all those places, the bonfire began to be lit. About four meters from there there is a sandy field on the edge surrounded by long chairs, arranged in such a way as to form a tribune. Some seats were already filled while the podium on the west side was still empty.

The tent belonging to Pyrgos guarded by Aletta and Fiola happened to be in that area. Niles, who had completed his task, went to visit with a few hands. It seems that the falcon has made a lot of progress. Aletta even directly elbowed Fiola's arm when she saw Niles approaching.

"Your fans are coming."

Fiola's face was still flat as he raised his head. However, when he discovered Niles' presence, he immediately lowered his head and quietly hid his squeezed hands together. Fiola did not even answer Aletta's words as if he did not care.

"They'll bring me souvenirs."

The speech should be aimed at more than one person. However, Niles only stopped in front of Fiola, offering him the warmest look and smile he had.

Aletta immediately sneered. "Alright, just think of me as a pole."

Fiola shook his head and coded for Niles to stay away. "You're blocking the way for the customer."

Niles backed off with elegant steps. "Surely," he said. "You don't want to eat?"

After a moment of judging Fiola's face, he raised the two bags in his hand. "Snacks."

Aletta took one of them. "Let me keep it."

"Kakak—"

Aletta ignored. "So get out, there's a customer."

Seeing her brother who was busy with the buyers, Niles approached Fiola and whispered to him. "What food do you like?"

Unfortunately, a buyer has captured Fiola's focus so that Niles does not get an answer. But he did not give up. Niles continued to follow where Fiola was going, glaring at him while maintaining his authority.

"Let's say, what do you like?"

Niles was still trying, but even until the buyers left, Fiola still did not reply.

"You know for yourself my true form is the falcon." Constantly ignored Niles began telling stories no matter who would hear them.

At this moment Fiola started glancing at him. However, he acted as if he did not hear. Niles' songong face was actually annoying, but strangely Fiola had to refrain from laughing because he thought it was funny.

"As an eagle-to-be, I really like meat. I usually hunt little birds on the mountainside."

Fiola remained silent, but in his heart he understood Niles' words. Who of the Agrios Clan does not eat meat? Of course it was their favorite food. However, Fiola was stunned to hear Niles' next utterance.

"But of all that I prefer rabbits."

The bunny?

It was not only Fiola who was shocked. Aletta even dropped the item in her hand. He looked at Niles and glared at him.

Stupid kid!

The older brother tried to smother his mouth not knowing the place, but the spirited Niles instead took his place.

He recaptured the bag that Aletta had taken and silenced her. "Belody brother. Let me get a brother-in-law for you." Niles' eyes even blinked.

"Stupid."

Aletta tried to help him, but a knight who had just passed by in front of her made her abandon her intentions.

Aron? A name he had not known for a long time echoed in his head.

While Niles immediately pulled out the contents in his pouch, several skewers were grasped and proudly displayed to Fiola.

"Sate my favorite rabbit. It's best you'll like it."

Of course Niles was unaware of Fiola's watery eyes, his hands were even trembling. Aletta doesn't need to be sure to find out. However, he had a sudden rush of urgent activity.

"Of course, my sister's love story is no longer helpful. At least I should try until the end."

Aletta had already run halfway but suddenly stopped.

"Niles," he yelled. "Spirit!"

Thank nasipmu.

Right after Aletta finished saying her sentence, Fiola ran to the side of the tent and pulled out his entrails there.

Niles was overwhelmed with panic, he looked at the food in his hand and Fiola who was bowing on the ground in turn.

"What's wrong?"

Niles then approached to ask, but Fiola quickly held him back.

"J-Keep that away from me!"

...•••••...

The bonfire began to grow when the stands were fully filled. Some people also appear to have taken the podium.

After an argument with Tirian, Camelia begins to travel again, but does not find the Gerald she is looking for and ends up in this place. In his mind the man might have been watching. So he climbed on the central stand and started monitoring from there. His eyes were sweeping around as the spectators started whispering around him.

"Who will win this year's fight? Is it from the Agrios Clan again?"

Camelia glanced, it's an amagine woman.

Another voice sounded.

"of course. They are strong and ruthless who will be able to."

"Ah right." This time a man's voice was heard. "Unfortunately, this year's prize is quite big. I can't come because they forbid the use of magic."

A tone of regret sounded from the first one to speak. "Right, you know, the winner will get a thousand gold coins." The woman was suddenly hysterical, she squeezed her hands then her face before continuing, "and most importantly the winner had the chance to stay at Mr. Tirian's residence in a few days!"

Other women have the same reaction.

"Let's..I'm envious."

"Look, Mr. Tirian is getting more handsome. If only I could win the fight!"

The women pointed towards the front with adoring looks. Camelia followed that direction and found two male figures sitting side by side on the podium across from there. One of them was Kenan while the other one looked familiar.

After narrowing her eyes for a while, Camelia started to smile.

I-i understand. So that pervert is the cowardly Tirian?

"It's started."

Just as the voice fell, boisterous cries of spectators filled the air. Only when a larger voice sounded did everyone again sit back and hold back the enthusiasm. Camelia found a figure standing at the front end of the podium holding an hourglass. The sound came from him.

"Every year Mr. Tirian holds an autumn festival. He wastes his wealth to gather us all in this celebration. You can gather what you need and wait for winter quietly at home. Am I the only one who thinks this act is so noble?"

That's a nice flattery. The shouts that rattled the stands once again sounded. Camelia even heard some people crying in novelty. He may be the only one who feels this is too disgusting to admit.

"Ckck, rich and handsome. He deserves to be popular. But this show-off attitude ..."

The murmur hung as the man he suspected of a referee leading the fight made a sound again.

"I know, we all have the same thoughts. But what could be better than this amazing fight? Aren't you all waiting for it?"

Everyone shouted in agreement.

The judge continued. "So I won't put it off. Anyone please step up to the arena and finish the fight. The winner will have the honor of appointing the next opponent. There should be no corpses, just make your opponent helpless. Whoever survives until the hourglass in my hand is exhausted then he is the one who comes out as the real winner. Make an effort because Mr. Tirian presented a thousand pieces of gold and a special invitation to visit his residence."

The referee continued, "Ah this is really an opportunity to consider. Whoever you are.get ahead and show your ability!"

The hourglass has been turned. Simultaneously, in the sandy arena below there two men walked from opposite directions and met in the middle. Without any command the two attacked each other, slamming into each other empty-handed. There is a difference in body size of both.

One of them has a slimmer body, but the veins in those muscles have continued to stick out since then. While the other one is a tall man with a larger body weight. His face was strong and confident.

Both attacks are still a draw. However, everyone was surprised by the big-bodied man who even fell on the ground first.

Camelia raised her eyebrows. "It's really unexpected."

It was only a few minutes when the small-bodied man stepped on his opponent's chest and then raised his hand to shout.

"Whoever has enough guts! Ride and fight me!"

Camelia looked at the big man who was dragged out of the arena. He muttered, "That's a shame, it seems like he's just hunting coins without measuring ability."

The spectators next to him screamed again.

"He was last year's winner!"

"Really! That's Barres. Who would dare challenge him?"

"No one can fight it? Come on, this is just the beginning! Whoever's fighting him! Give us an interesting show!"

"Really! Go ahead and fight him!"

The calls all around piqued Camelia's interest. However, the short time earlier still held doubts in his mind. The man only used his bare hands but was already able to subvert his opponent? Camelia didn't have to be in a hurry if she didn't want to embarrass herself down there.

Camelia's thoughts and commotion were interrupted when someone had finally climbed the arena.

Barres, the previous winning man did not wait for his opponent to get to the middle, he greeted with a kick. The leg was initially parried easily, but the luck of the second challenger did not last long as his shoulder was targeted then he was pulled from above, lifted and ended up slammed on the ground.

The second challenger was carrying an iron hammer. However, his actions were only in vain because Barres had taken over.

the challenger got up fighting to fight his own weapon and only ended up bruising wounds landing on his forehead abdomen and thighs.

When Barres managed to get his opponent to fall down once more, he started laughing and raised his hand full of pride. The opponent who held his chest on the ground he looked on with disdain.

"What is this?! Give me a stronger opponent! You're weak!"

After shouting at the audience, Barres walked over to the opponent who looked already helpless. Without hesitation the boots he lifted to land on the other party's stomach, pressing him down until the opponent again grimaced.

"Give me a stronger opponent!" shouted again.

At that moment, without everyone expecting it, the already helpless opponent threw a single blow at the petis who continued to step on it. He may have directed all his strength because after he lay down with a breath of breath.

But his efforts did not seem in vain. The barres who was still full of arrogance suddenly fell to his knees and held onto his aching calf. All who saw could not guess how strong the pain he received. However, everyone held their breaths as Barres suddenly turned furious and began to vent his frustration by giving the perpetrator a long-lasting bogem.

"Fuck up! Just die you!"

The man lying down coughed with a breath gasped at all of those blows. All that came to the minds of the spectators was that the man was about to meet his death. Although blood began to come out of his nose and lips, the giver of the blow did not stop his movement. Barres is only getting more brutal.

Camelia regretted the misfortune of the man who was about to die. However, a greater interest attracted his mind. He noticed the man who was crazy with his punch. Both corners of his lips were suddenly pulled. With a big smile, he said. "Even the strongest have weaknesses."

"He's going to die!"

"Stop him! Oi! Why does he keep hitting her!"

"The man is crazy!"

Fortunately, those words were not immediately final. Down there two burly men running into the arena instantly broke up that one-way fight.

Camelia had not cared much since then so she looked for another scene to cheer her up. Then he realized something. Apparently not only was he not interested, the people on the podium there looked calm. Camelia even saw the corner of the lips of the man she just knew her name was still expanding. Camelia's pleasure grew.

He glanced at the hourglass that had dropped by a quarter. Camelia grinned. "So they will just keep watching and do nothing until the hourglass is up? ... Fascinating."

Upon seeing Tirian's face again, Camelia suddenly got excited. An idea popped into his head. His smile widened when he saw the man who was crazy just now still lingering in the arena and again waiting for the challenger.

Without waiting any longer, Camelia raised her hand and shouted, "Your opponent is here!"

Everyone turned towards him. He ignored all the eyes on her. Putting his robe into the bag, the greeting coldness was not so distracting. He rode the arena feeling happy.

As he expected his opponent's face was still flushed with anger. He glanced at the man's feet and smiled again. Looking at his opponent who was still unmoved, he said,

"You need to rest? We can wait a minute. Maybe you're tired."

Accustomed to winning the fight then hearing the compassion of a female opponent, the man spat with disdain.

Barres' fist looked up at the sky. Laughter is heard. "You can give up before it's too late. Your parents are waiting for you at home. Go home before I make you whine in front of them."

"Ah really?"

Camelia watched the man's legs slightly limp as she stepped up. His hand took the iron that was lying down. Camelia remained calm even though her opponent's move was approaching.

"How's it, I don't know how to whine."

Cold iron touched Camelia's chin as the man raised the iron in his hand. She looked at Camelia's face.

"Look at the audience up there. They can't wait for me to take down this sweet opponent of mine. But..." The iron stopped on Camelia's lips. "Your pretty face I can't hurt her."

Camelia grinned and brushed him off.

"Or maybe you're scared?"

The smile on Barres' face instantly disappeared. He dropped the iron and instead gripped Camelia's chin with his hand.

"You talk too much! who do you think you are!"

Without waiting for the man said again Camelia drew her sword and landed her hilt on Barres' stomach. The man did not have time to dodge and could only grimace. However, next he targeted the iron that was budgeted as his next weapon. Unfortunately Camelia severed her wish by stepping on one of the ends of the iron until it was lifted up to be captured by her.

"Oops sorry, who's fast he got."

Piqued. Barres hit the sand before bouncing back. Camelia was forced to sheathe her sword and use iron as a weapon.

With a quick movement, the limp in Barres's legs became increasingly visible. However, with that situation Camelia admitted that this attack was not something that could be underestimated. No wonder he could easily subvert his opponents.

"I'm wrong to underestimate you."

With this duel, Camelia judged Barres to be not only strong, but he was good at fending off attacks even his movements were fast. It was a pity that Camelia had to sheathe her sword because she could not kill this person. Things aren't favorable, but Camelia has her own chance.

He had targeted the same calf since then, but it seemed like he still had to buy time.

"You don't want to give up? Shouldn't last year's presents not be over?" Camelia said in between her attacks.

Diversion by inviting the opponent to talk still seems to be ineffective. Barres' bare hands did not even complain of clashing with the iron that Camelia swung.

"Why?" Barres smiled disdainfully. "Oh so you're a pretty greedy woman? You clean up hard against me for that piece of gold?" Barres managed to catch the iron. The two look at meet. "Just give up. Give up and serve me, I promise I'll give it all to you."

Camelia did not immediately curse. He judged lightningly the appearance of the other party. Then a moment later he lifted his leg in a big round that ended up kicking the profile next to Barres' face. An expression of immediate satisfaction he displayed as Barres nearly fell down with his face.

"That's my answer, "Camelia said firmly. "I just love a handsome guy and you're so, so not!"

Not letting Barres wake up Camelia throws the iron until it piles the pain back on her face.

"Here you go, I'm tired of serving you. Ah this fucking cold!"

Camelia approaches to give a final attack, but who would have thought Barres woke up and managed to block her attack. Both ended with Camelia's hands flanked from behind.

"I told you to give up and be my wife."

Some days Barres did not get an answer. However, Camelia suddenly chuckled.

"You lost," he said.

Barres had not had time to laugh because of the speech he considered stupid, Camelia's legs had swung and landed right on Barres's calf that was sick. Ringisan was held almost inaudible then a few seconds later, Barres fell due to loss of balance.

Seeing that, Camelia casually said, "Muscle cramps?"

Camelia ignored all the gazes of the audience who looked at her in disbelief. He did not even care about his victory over Barres. Camelia checked the hourglass on the podium. When I saw it, it was only half over. Camelia smiled and shouted, "As you can see I won the fight so I have the right to point out who my opponent is."

Camelia's gaze stopped on a few people on the podium. Then when his gaze met with Tirian, he raised his index finger and he pointed it at the man.

"I invited Mr. Tirian to duel with me!"

Everyone's surprise can't be covered. Even the look on Tirian's face showed the same. However, there had not been an answer from the invitation, the voice of someone from behind who had just entered the arena broke all that.

"I'll take your challenge."

A very familiar voice, Camelia knew him. He immediately turned around only to find the figure of the man he had been looking for since then had apparently been standing in front of him.

A cat?

Camelia had not answered but she suddenly smiled.