“My time is short.” I looked over the crowds of bloodthirsty cheering people. “Let’s put up a notice of recruitment, and then get out of here.”
As I turned to walk away, a voice spoke over the intercom. “And next up, we have the Bastard Brute versus the Catgirl of Doom!”
Two people walked out onto the stage. One of them was a large brutish man with muscles rippling muscles who wasn’t wearing a shirt. In the other was a woman who had her entire body hidden behind tight black leather. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her face was covered with a mask that was also shaped like a cat. She had two cat ears poking out of her head though and a long black tail behind, meaning she was genuinely a catgirl.
“Here, here... little pussy.” The man spoke in a gruff voice, causing some of the audience to laugh.
“X-slash!” The woman glowed and activated a skill.
She made slicing gestures with her arms, and it was at this point I had lost all doubt. That had been one of Lydia’s skills! It was an Advanced Swordsman skill. It was unlikely a catgirl as young as she would already be a level ten advanced swordsman. That could only mean that this likely was Lydia. She wasn’t dead, but she was fighting here in an underground arena?
“Lydia!” I shouted out.
However, as her opponent fell, the crowds stood up and started cheering. My call was lost in the screams and shouts. She turned around and left the stage without another word, disappearing from my sight.