Daneel wasn't sane enough to understand the message, but the cold and emotionless tone of the system helped somewhat in distracting him from the urge to murder.

He did understand the last sentence, and with the semblance of sanity that had been restored, he shakily moved his hand to his pocket before activating the communication trinket and saying, "C-come to the booth. He-Help."

Only a few seconds later, Luther appeared with Ca.s.sandra in the booth.

Entering the opaque barrier, he took one glance at the King before saying to Ca.s.sandra, "Leave. The King only wishes an audience with me."

Ca.s.sandra was still standing outside the barrier erected by Daneel to hide himself from the mages in the room keeping the room afloat, so she only nodded and teleported away.

After making sure that no one was watching, Luther did something that puzzled Daneel.

He apologized.

"My King, I am sorry for this, but it is necessary."

Saying so, he moved with a speed that he hadn't shown on the ground before.

Even before Daneel could even think about retaliating, his head had been chopped at by Luther's hand at a specific angle, making him lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Luther walked out and used a mage in the room to go to his room to get some rope.

Then, returning to the private booth, he tied up the King so tightly that he wouldn't even be able to move an inch.

Sitting down on the sofa nearby and keeping a watchful eye on Daneel, Luther tried not to remember the time when he had entered this same state, but the memories came to him anyway.

Tears dripped from his eyes as they flashed through his mind, but he didn't even blink, keeping his eyes on the King for any sign of movement.

Meanwhile, the other room in which the table had broken belonged to the Kingdom of Axelor.

King Safiros had unknowingly acted the same way as Daneel. He had teleported to his room and erected an opaque barrier before deploying the Champion-level anti-eavesdropping trinket and smas.h.i.+ng his hands into the table in frustration.

As the minister walked into the barrier, he looked up with a snarl.

"My Lord, Azael is still breathing, but very barely. We…don't know if he will ever make a full recovery."

That 'monstrosity', as it had been dubbed by the commentators, was actually called Azael, and he, or it, was a weapon developed by Axelor to cripple Lanthanor.

Azael was someone who had been one of the most talented Fighters in Axelor, but he had chosen a training path in over-confidence which had actually driven him insane. Loth to waste such a valuable seed, the King had imprisoned him while letting him train.

The ideal plan was to let him loose on the people of Lanthanor during a crucial time so that he could cause ma.s.s casualties which would distract the government.

He had spent almost a million Gold Lans worth of Ether stones on this weapon, but he had deployed it here anyway for victory.

Still, it had been defeated and rendered useless.

Now, there was only one thing left for him to do.

"Are the preparations for the golden mosquito ready?"

"Yes, My Lord. It has been tended to as per your instructions."

"Good. Get ready to deploy it on my mark. And send a message to those from the Sect to 'go all out, but keep an eye out'. They will understand. You are dismissed."

As the minister left the room, the King continued to smash things left and right.

His rage, unlike Daneel's, had a clear target, and he was going to make sure that it would be felt in its full force.

Those rivers of blood reflected in his eyes again, and his rage was swept away by antic.i.p.ation.

...

Lanthanor: 52+50=102 points.

Black Raven Kingdom:26 points.

Arafell:46+10=56 points.

Axelor:75+30=105 points.

Eldinor: 44 points.

Watching the final standings in the display board, it became clear to everyone that the Mage Handball Tournament's results would decide the victor.

With this mind, it seemed that a new enthusiasm had entered everyone, as the mages started to resort to anything and everything they could to obtain victory.

Round 3 pitted the Black Raven Kingdom against Axelor, and the result was the latter winning with a 20 point lead.

Next was Lanthanor versus Eldinor, which was as exciting as the match between Lanthanor and Axelor.

The Eldinorians actually suffered from the same problem: lack of teamwork, but they did not seem to have anyone on their team who had such perfect marksmans.h.i.+p.

Hence, the tank of Lanthanor prevailed, but just barely.

The final score was 32-20, with Lanthanor being the winner.

Round 4 had Eldinor against the Black Raven Kingdom, and Eldinor won with a 23 point lead as expected.

Next, against Axelor, Arafell fought well but lost in the end due to the difference in power level again.

Finally, as the last round approached, the entire stadium stood up from their seats, waiting for the final showdowns which would decide the victor.

Meanwhile, in a certain corner of the stadium, a golden light glinted.