The armor and the entry for the Arena

Then, he removes the lid from the box and takes out the armor.

It is a set of black trousers and a jacket.

When they see it, they raise their eyes from the 'armor' and look at the craftsman with confusion.

"I know, I know. It doesn't look like armor, but it's much better than any other. It adapts to the body as if it were a second skin, and is as hard as diamond... It's also prepared to reject any magic spell," Lokedall says proudly.

"It's really beautiful," Eva says as she approaches her hand to touch it.

"Try it on," Lokedall says, encouraging her. "There's a tester for you. Here, put these boots on too."

Eva picks up the clothes and boots and walks to the direction he is pointing. Five minutes later, she goes out, dressed.

"Wow. You look like a guerrera[1]," Isabel says.

Hypnotized, Lucien nods.

"Careful, you're drooling," Leah whispers, mocking him.

"Faith," whispers Eva, as she looks at a mirror on one of the walls.

"Hm, nice name. As you've already named it, it's yours," says Lokedall as he strokes his beard.

"Really?" Eva asks. When she sees Lokedall nodding, she approaches him and gives him a hug, "Thank you! Thank you very much!"

Everyone chuckles at his enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says Eva, reddened. When she goes to the dressing room to change again, Lokedall stops her.

"Wait, you don't have to still her," he says to Eva. Then she turns to the group and asks, "Well, do you have a plan?"

"We wanted to go to the market Isabel told us about," Leah says.

"Yes, but first we should go to the Arena to sign up for the fight," Eva says as she goes to get her clothes and puts them in Lucien's bag.

Gr!

"Don't growl at me again," Eva says to Lucien, pointing the finger at him. "I'm going to participate whether you like it or not."

"I don't like it," Lucien growls.

"Well, you'll have to help me to get ready for the fight. Nothing will happen, everything will be fine," Eva says, whispering the last part.

Lucien holds Eva's gaze and the atmosphere is tense.

"Well, I think it's time for us to go, don't you think so?" says Leah, looking toward Isabel so that she plays along.

"Sí, sí. Otherwise, they'll close the register," Isabel says, nodding.

They both pretend to leave, and Eva and Lucien move away. The group walks to the door.

"Come back whenever you want. This is your home. Farewell" says Lokedall, following them and saying goodbye to them.

"See you soon.

"See you later.

"Goodbye."

"Adiós[2]."

Once out, the group meets to talk about the next step.

"Bueno, the registration to sign up is in the Arena itself. Follow me," Isabel says, and she puts herself at the head of the group to guide them.

They keep walking through the streets of Dhismiar, but the mood is still tense.

Finally, they arrive at the Arena. It's an imposing building, especially with so many skyscrapers surrounding it. It is circular, with the height of a six-floor building. It has the capacity to house more than ten thousand people in the fighting zone and about one hundred thousand people in the stands.

"I think, in order to register, you have to go to the ticket window. And that's... over there," Isabel says, pointing to the ticket window.

"Are you sure?" asks Leah.

"Por supuesto[3], the line is over there," Isabel says.

"And how do you know they come to sign up and not buy tickets?" Eva asks.

"It's obvious. Look at them," Isabel points to them and the group turns to look toward the line. "Now look at you. Both her clothes and yours scream 'I'm a guerrero,' not 'I'm a spectator,'" she says dramatically.

"It's all right. Whatever you say," Leah says.

The group heads toward the long line and lines up. As they wait in line, Leah and Isabel start chatting, while Eva and Lucien keep quiet, making a few comments from time to time.

At last, it's their turn.

The person attending the ticket window is a goblin: an ugly, greenish being, the size of a child. Everything about him is pointed: the ears, the nose, the teeth, and even the fingers of the hands. Goblins are usually mischievous and avaricious, which is good for a job like this one.

"Good, uh... Bluict," reads Leah on the label on his chest, where he puts the name, "We wanted to sign someone up for the Arena."

"Fine, fine. First, show me the invitation. Then you have to fill out this form and pay the registration fees," Bluict says in bad ways. His voice is a bit shrill.

"Here," Leah says with a smile, as she delivers the envelope with the invitation. Then she picks up the form and gives it to Eva to fill out.

After filling out the form, Eva hands it over and Isabel hands over the money.

"Good luck, you're going to need it," Bluict whispers the last part, as he looks from top to bottom at the girl who will participate in the fight and shakes his head. "Next."

The group moves out of line when a voice stops them.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"