“Hey. Calm down, you punk!”
“Calm down? What do you mean calm down!? Our side losing is the fifteenth thing I hate the most.”
“Why do you hate so many things?”
“Ah! Whatever, get lost!”
Patrick, who kicked away Alex trying to stop him, shouted toward the arena again.
“Yeah. That bastard is stronger than you. So what!?”
Gerard's body flinched.
“Are you going to fight only weaker guys for the rest of your life!? You idiot! Are you going to give up on every fight you can't win!?”
Gerard's face flushed with shame. Patrick's words, sharper than any sword, pierced Gerard's heart. To him, Patrick mercilessly shouted.
“What kind of knight is that!? If you're going to live so shamefully, just stick your face in a bowl of dishwater and die. You... Mmmph....”
“Please, just stop!”
“Grab his legs. His legs!”
“Should I stab him with a knife?”
His companions swarmed him, covering Patrick's mouth and dragging him back. But Patrick's shouts had already spread throughout the entire arena. The audience stared blankly at Patrick.
“He's crazy.”
“What kind of lunatic is he?”
“I thought he wasn't normal during his match, but....”
“A truly crazy bastard has appeared in the Atronia Kingdom.”