After the protective barrier and arena were restored, the next match immediately began.
Yuna was already waiting on stage and in the next instant Cecil once more reappeared on the stage.
He looked a little gloomy and helpless. Near the arena, Lucia was glaring fiercely at him. It caused the hairs on his arms to rise up in alert and multiple chills to run down his spine.
Cecil gulped nervously. He could feel the cold sweat slowly dripping off of his chin.
"H-hey Yuna...she's furious...isn't she?"
"...what do you think?" Yuna sarcastically replied.
"I-isn't there some way to relieve her anger?"
"Of course, why not let her punch you a couple of times?"
"Eh? But, that'll hurt way too much," Cecil replied with an awkward smile.
Yuna shrugged and said, "Beats me. Master is furious becau
