Forfeit

I returned to my seat with a pleased smile playing on my face.

It wasn't due to the satisfaction of crushing Ivan easily, rather it was as a result of the shocked faces of the spectators.

A Lower-Class dreg defeating an Upper-Class elite was something most would fail to comprehend, much less believe. And yet, I had one-sidedly achieved this.

Of course, I got many stares as a result of my performance, but who cared? I followed the rules and won fair and square. There was no problem at all!

"For the second match, we have…" Klaus mentioned, drawing everyone's attention back to the stage.

If the first match for the day was that splendid, how would the second one play out?

"… Aaron Pufferhall versus Rias Lendertale"

I noticed the people's anticipatory gazes widen even more, as the Middle-Class student was called to face yet another elite. My grin of amusement grew wider as I saw both the boy and girl descend the stairs to the central arena where they would exchange magical blows.