Overview: "--Lady Theodora... Your son is in critical condition. He has a rare disease that is eating away at his entire body." The old doctor tells me the cruel truth. Right in front of me is the pitiful figure of my son,Grantz. "...Can't you do something...? He is my only..." It's ridiculous that Theodora,the highly acclaimed female warrior who once saved the world,can't save one son. "There is a medicine. If it is that medicine,your son's illness will be cured... but it will cost a huge amount of money to prepare the ingredients." Cost... money? Is it possible to do something with money? And then--I was led to the arena. Thus begins a rotten battle filled with shame,malice,and desire. Obscene words,tormenting gazes--even when thinking of my son--
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