Watching the whole scene very carefully, Ibven kept silent, again feeling the nervousness coursing through her. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was extremely worried about Dalil, about his fate. For she knew that her opponent's life was no longer in danger, that after winning the fight in the competition no one could kill or harm him anymore, but now they had a new thing to feel nervous about: the rank Dalil could obtain.
His fight had been undoubtedly incredible, one of the best that day in the coliseum. But what rank he would get would be solely decided by the fight jurors, who by the way held Dalil in very low esteem, not wanting him in their platoon or as a royal guard, despising him. So fearing that these ridiculous men might do something against Dalil, just because of the
