Elsa Collins.

  Despite her being just 19 years old, no one in the social world ignored her.

  Her beautiful appearance and the elegant air around her were weapons, and the wealth of her family, which was ranked third in the Kingdom, was a background most people couldn’t have.

  She was good at speaking, and was known to have followers and a strong personality that made even high-ranking nobles reluctant to talk to her.

  But now.

  They were of no use.

  A fistfight? A brawl?

  It wasn’t such a joke,

  Looking at the piece of metal which had become a ring and gave out smoke… Elsa felt a fear she had never felt before.

  “…!”


  “Well? That…”


  A letter reached her.

  It wasn’t different from what Airn received.

  It was an invitation to the Warrior's Festival.

  Right now was the moment when the place where one could prove themselves more than the Land of Proof was about to open.