Monday, the start of the week, is a very significant day in Eisenmarkt.

  It was because it was the day when the gladiator related magazines such as Weekly Arena poured out.

  In a way, the people refer to it so they can gamble their money on players or matches.

  Despite being busy with their jobs, and those who couldn’t watch the game in person, reading the articles would give them enough information.

  “Ah, the trainees of Krono Swordsmanship are here?”


  This week’s gladiator magazine was full of content.

  To be precise, there were a lot of people interested in the newly emerging swordsmen.

  And it had been nearly six years since the swordsmen of Krono had officially appeared in the outside world.

  “Bratt Lloyd, Judith… there are the names we have heard of. Aren’t they the ones who seemed to be promising in the Golden batch?”


  “Right. I heard that school master Ian had praised them… considering his character, they must be pretty good.”


  ‘… today isn’t the first time.’


  Right. He was sure as he thought about it, but today wasn’t the first day of the change.

  The day he met Ilya.

  The day he vowed to stop her.

  From that day on, the man in his dream was ageing little by little.