Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

The reason the soldier from Rendil came to the arena was simple.

"The Red Fang is currently causing a ruckus at the northern city gate. We’ve tried to stop them with all the soldiers we can mobilize, but it’s not enough."

We, the gladiators from the East, including myself, gathered in the arena square by the order of Eorith.

The reason for the gathering was as the soldier from Rendil had just delivered:
They were lacking in power, so they were asking us to lend our strength.

‘Is the enemy really that tough to mobilize all our forces...?’

As the champion, I listened to the soldier’s words from the front, tilting my head in confusion.

After all, they were soldiers.
They were people trained professionally to fight and protect the kingdom from enemies.
As individuals, they might not differ much from us gladiators, but when it comes to battles involving large numbers, they would obviously be superior.

Yet, they were asking for a gladiator’s help.

It felt like asking for the help of a cat.

‘Is the Red Fang a group?’

I suspected it might be, considering the name.
After all, there was a band of thieves called the Yellow Scarves.
If the soldiers were struggling and even needed the gladiators’ help, it meant their opponents were not weak either.

‘Did such a violent group attack Rendil?’

I couldn’t fathom why.
Rendil was just a small city-state built on a desert.

The arena was its main attraction, and it wasn’t a particularly special or rich place.

There wasn’t much to plunder here.

‘No, maybe that’s why it’s an easy target.’

Thinking about it more, perhaps such a small country with weak defenses had seemed like an opportunity to strike.@@novelbin@@

While I was analyzing the situation in my own way...