The true goal

"Sir Zaos and sir Ferix, please, present yourselves in the arena," The narrator said.

                Zaos's turn finally arrived, and the participants opened the path for him to pass. Although they did that, they also glared at him as if they were trying to make him nervous or something. The ones who weren't so stupid evaluated Zaos's from head to toe.

"Hey, isn't that the heir of Sielders' family?"

"You mean the kid who was rewarded by the king the other day?"

"He looks bigger with the armor now…"

"Idiot, black clothes are supposed to make one look slimmer."