Ery thought there was no way an acolyte could control all of these little creatures with their own prowess alone.
Hence, he guessed there must be sothing that helped the acolyte control these little creatures. He assud there must be a leader or commander amongst them. Ery also rembered from the observation he did during his childhood days ants were basically slaves to their superior.
Therefore, based on all these deductions and information, Ery knew it was likely there was the leader type of these creatures sowhere in the arena.
As he was being cornered by the creatures earlier, Ery tried his best to locate the so-called queen. Looking at the open arena, he couldn't see anything that could be of use as a hideout for the queen. And then, it hit him.
Ery recalled the creatures were basically coming out of Molt's sleeves and seeing the clothes he wore, he realized there was more than enough space for one little creature to hide beneath it. Hence, the plan.
At that exact mont, the ti when the ant queen flew away from beneath Molt's clothes, Ery quickly teleported over and caught the flying creature in his palm before it could run away.
In an instant, all the creatures that had been surrounding him stopped simultaneously.
Unfortunately, or fortunately for Ery, so of the acid fluid apparently also splashed towards the creatures around Molt, causing them to screech loudly in pain.
Molt, on the other hand, seed to descend into panic when he saw the ant queen had been captured.
"Please, please, please... Don't hurt her... Don't hurt Letta, please!" Molt frantically said, earning him a weird gaze from Ery.
Ery was surprised to see Molt's attitude change so instantly and drastically. If the previous him could be described as a maniac, the current him looked like a worried parent. Truly a stark difference, worlds apart.
Even though Ery could see Molt gritting his teeth, probably due to the pain of his skin burning, he seed to not be concerned about his body, but more towards the creature in Ery's hand.
"Y-You… You can do anything to , but let her go... Wait, there's a better deal. I give up! you win. Please let her go."
Seeing Ery seed to not believe his words, Molt swiftly turned around and shouted to the audience, "I give up! I give up!"
The mont Molt shouted his surrender, a notification imdiately appeared in his mind.
[Congratulations! You have won the fourth match!]
After receiving the notification and examining it two more tis, Ery surely had no more reason to hurt the little creature and let her go.
The released flying ant quickly flew towards Molt and the spiky-haired acolyte welcod the creature into his embrace like a mother receiving her long lost child. Honestly, it was quite a weird sight.
Ery didn't know how to feel when he suddenly saw a different side of the acolyte he previously hated, a side he never expected Molt to have. It appeared there would always be a story behind everyone's actions and this acolyte's behaviour of torturing humans must have sothing to do with his love for his pet. Maybe...
Molt looked like he didn't seem to care he had lost the ga. He gave Ery a mixed gaze and then took out two small objects that looked like the cubes he saw at Lord Izta's palace, but in the shape of a sphere. He threw the two spheres into the air and a bright light appeared, before all the ant-like creatures were sucked into the spheres.
Ery reckoned those must be the special artifacts or equipnt a beast tar used, just like the cauldron and other stuff the Apothecary Path had.
Either way, Ery had won the ga. When he walked out of the arena, he felt as if his whole body was crumbling apart and about to shut down. Unfortunately, it wasn't a re feeling, as Ery lost his footing and his body imdiately hit the ground the mont he went down from the arena.
Ery's now unresponsive body was then quickly carried back to the dical facility and returned to the strange pod in haste.
Ery, who was still conscious, could only sigh inwardly, as he knew his body already broke through its limit. Now he truly needed to recuperate.
The only unfortunate things about being treated in the pod was that he was unable to watch the ga. Realizing he could only stare at the ceiling, Ery quickly dived into his mind, as he began reflecting his actions on the previous fights.
Out of four matches he went through, Ery obtained one loss and three wins. Two of the wins ca from his opponent surrendering to him. It didn't look like an amazing result, but a win still a win and Ery was thrilled waiting for tomorrow's last match.
Suddenly, Ery thought about his friends, who might still be fighting their fourth match, Silva and Klea. An interesting thought abruptly erged into his mind.
Ery wondered which one between the two would have better chances to make it through the second day. Naturally, he wished both of them would succeed in their endeavor. However, Ery just couldn't help it and began to unconsciously compare the two with each other.
Therefore, he began to start a series of monologues.
"Klea has multiple elents…"
"...but Silva has her bloodline."
"Klea is very talented and her spells are amazing..."
"... but Silva is very smart, though. I am sure she has many tricks prepared for this ga."
" Klea is not a pushover as well. She's tough..."
"Well, both of them are amazing girls."
"... Yeah. They are both beautiful in their own way."
"..."
"Wait, seems like I forgot so-… Why am I comparing them again...?"
Before Ery could solve this century-old question, the pod he was in suddenly made a sound and its door slowly opened. Seeing that, Ery swiftly forgot about everything earlier.
"Aahh, that's faster than I thought."
However, when the door opened, Ery didn't realize a beautiful girl was already waiting for him. It was Klea.
"Ery!" she shouted, her eyes teary.
Ery was startled and looked towards Klea with a surprised and confused gaze. When he stepped out of the pod, Klea imdiately hugged him.
"Klea? What's wrong...? Did... did you lose?" Ery slowly asked, as he was unsure about the situation and Klea's sudden cry.
She imdiately released the hug and stepped back, "Of course not, you silly! I won!"
"You won? Then, why are you...?"
"That's worrying about your condition, Ery!" Klea's sad face quickly morphed into an annoyed one. "Huh! Sotis I wonder if you are really smart or stupid!"
Receiving Klea's chiding, Ery could only scratch his head awkwardly, "Hahaha... Sorry, Klea. Hehehe..."? Ery said, even though he wasn't really sure what he was apologizing for.
"Stupid! Stupid! Huh!" Klea said with an annoyed tone. "I will call the others first. You, wait here."
Ery could only watch as Klea left the room in a hurry. Sure, he wanted to follow her, but sohow his body couldn't move properly yet. Ery then finally realized his right hand had regrown already.
It seed the thing he was put into was really amazing. Still srized by his regrown arm, Ery suddenly felt an alarm. There was sothing approaching him, fast.
When Ery turned around to see who it was, he suddenly was punched in the stomach and sothing was forced into his mouth, making him unable to shout.
Monts later, Klea returned with the others only to find Ery was already gone.
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