Inside Derein's Royal Castle...
Arena...
Anon is eating an apple, and Frederick is standing in front of him with a very serious expression on his face.
'What is he doing? The match is about to start, and he is still eating? Well, it makes him an easy target for me,' Frederick thought as he looked at Anon.
"Okay, I have seen his fighting style... He always attacks you from the backside and aims for your head," Anna whispered into Frederick's ear.
"I will remember that, Sister. Thank you," Frederick replied.
"Well, let's start this match then. Start the fight in 3... 2.... 1, Go," Derein shouted.
Frederick immediately locked his eyes on Anon, observing even the slightest change in his posture to protect himself accordingly.
One minute passed, but Anon continued to eat his apple without moving from his position.
'What is wrong with him? Why isn't he attacking me?' Frederick wondered, looking at Anon with a serious expression.