The gladiatorial arena, which was originally full of people, was extremely quiet at this moment, and everyone was staring blankly at the Sattar gladiatorial arena.

Just now, why is it calm again? Was it just dreaming? The scruffy man is gone? Is it buried?

A whole bunch of knowingly questions came to mind.

It's a very exciting battle, but how can it be shocked by only one person in the blink of an eye?

The battle seems boring, but the magic is even more amazing!

Really...

It's impossible for the "witch" to lose...

At the beginning, when I saw that the "witch" fell into disadvantage, many people were still applauding, but at this moment, I felt that I was stupid, how could I lose? Obviously, it was very easy to win!

Belen and the three girls all widened their eyes and looked at the silver-haired girl below in disbelief.

This time I was even more shocked than the last time.

The strength and talent at this age can be said to be favored by God!

Illya, something is different...

This was Belen's feeling, not strength, because it was impossible to judge the depth of Illya's strength from the beginning.

It's different, it means that Illya, who is standing there at the moment, is looking at her hands.

How do you describe that feeling?

Perhaps, it can be said that it is more vivid, right?

Bold conjecture, perhaps, because of the last incident?

"Sigmar... Iroh, Iroh...? ”

Vaguely, Belen thought of something, his eyes moved slightly, but his mind was not transparent, and he needed to think hard and meditate before he could figure it out.

Inside.

"It's too strong, this kid."

Even Verne couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the child known as the "witch" was even more talented in magic and magic than the witch race.

"Xingnai, do you have a chance of winning against that kid?"

Vernie asked the purple-haired beautiful girl on the side curiously, a little concerned.

Hearing Verney ask, Hoshina shook her head, and she blinked her beautiful starry eyes.

"That kid didn't have the will to fight at the beginning, and it wasn't until later that he got serious, and in my opinion, if I couldn't get close, I wouldn't have been able to win."

Hoshina roughly simulated her battle with the silver-haired girl in her mind, and this is the final result.

If she couldn't get close, she couldn't even imagine the possibility of guaranteed undefeat.

"It's amazing, it's a pity."

Vernie sighed, her eyes full of regret, but at the same time, there were doubts.

on the tower.

"How can it be so strong...?"

Rodrigo was dumbfounded at the moment, thinking that the "madman" was enough to defeat the "witch", but the result was completely unexpected.

Now, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you may not be able to bring out the body of that "madman", maybe there is still a little scum left?

Rodrigo couldn't accept it at all, there was such a strong man in the Sattar prison, then again, how was it locked up?

Now Rodrigo is starting to be a little afraid, how should he take such a character away?

"Heh... Oh, Heygren, do you know her power? ”

Rodrigo looked at Hegelen with a very ugly expression, did he think that Hegelen would be sure to control such a strong man?

"Ahem, when, of course."

Hegelen coughed, and then looked like he certainly knew, but it wasn't convincing.

It turned out that he didn't know either.

Taking a deep look at Häglen, Rodrigo withdrew his gaze, and he looked back at the silver-haired girl in the middle of the field, standing in a daze.

This "witch" is definitely going to be taken away, but the question is, how to take it away?

At the moment, he was still very irritable, because he had to bear the consequences of the "madman" dying here, after all, this prisoner was not under his control, and it was already the limit to be able to get out.

"What a nuisance!"

Rodrigo was so angry that he wanted to stomp his feet, but he couldn't fall in front of Hegren.

"That's all for today, I just want to taste Yalesal's wine, so I'll go first, and then we'll talk."

With that, Rodrigo left without looking back.

Seeing this, this made the surrounding guards a little unbearable, isn't this just that they can't hold their faces and run away?

Hegelen was also a little apprehensive about this, and he looked back at the child below.

Many things are unexpected, like this one.

Illya stood there, her gaze withdrawn from her hand, and she looked up at the countless spectators outside the arena with a calm expression.

Finally, the silver-haired girl turned around and walked towards the barred gate, returning to darkness.

When Illya walked into the passageway, Hegelen was standing alone at the front of the passage, watching her.

"Elijah."

Hearing someone call her, Illya also raised her head, her eyes fell on Hygren's body, and her gaze fluctuated slightly.

"Are you hurt?"

Hygren stepped forward, not caring that Illya had just killed someone, he was only full of worry and concern.

"Nope."

Illya subconsciously replied to the middle-aged man in front of her who was almost stepping into old age.

Hearing Illya's reply to him, Häglen was also stunned, and looked at Illya with a slightly dull gaze.

It was the first time Illya had replied to his words, and her voice was no longer so low.

"Illya... You, what's wrong? ”

Out of concern, Hegelen asked the doubts in his heart.

Illya's eyes drooped, her body swayed slightly, and she only felt a little headache.

"I remembered, something."

Hearing Illya's words, Hegelen's heart trembled, and sure enough, he already had this premonition.

"Do you know something?"

Illya raised her head and looked at the half-white man in front of her, her eyes calm, but very focused, as if she wanted to get some answer from the face of the person in front of her.

Hearing Illya's words, Hegelen fell silent, and finally, with a sigh in his heart, he did not let convince himself to hide everything no matter what.

At this moment, Illya's memory is obviously not clear, but sooner or later she will remember everything.

And Hegelen also made a decision.

"Illya, I'll tell you everything I know, but can you please give me a little time?"

If he could, Heglen would choose not to tell her in person.

Illya felt dizzy, but after staring at Hegelen for a few moments, she finally nodded.

This made Häglen feel relieved, and he looked at Illya's somewhat tired expression, and he didn't know if it was because of the battle, his gaze gradually softened.

"I'll take you back to have a good rest, you should be tired too."

Hegelen reached out and took Illya's small hand.

"Hmm."

Illya did not resist this kind man, she once had such a person in her memory.

Gentle, kind, equally rough but warm big hands.

It's like...

Father?