Still… did you really think the likes of you could kill me?

"…" Grita stared at Ares who tried to avoid her gaze, but the creeping sensation of disappointment that flooded against him was too much for him to ignore.

"Hey Grita, it's good to see you again so soon. I'm sorry for interrupting your meal, but I seem to have gotten myself into a little bit of trouble."

"Yes… I have heard from Lana." Grita replied in a tone that filled Ares with even more guilt. It was a tone he was quite familiar with, one that a mother would give their son when they were disappointed in them. What a terrifying pain that filled his body.

"You see, there was a little bit of…" Ares looked into Grita's eyes. "No, there's no excuse. I shouldn't have gotten so heated, that's my own fault. Though now we've come to this, so would you be willing to watch the bout?"

"Very well, I will oversee the matter." Grita bowed her head.