Fabby and Edgar waited outside the colosseum, where a cross-eyed female merchant came to them and freely gave them a healing pill after hearing that they passed the fifth round.

“I’m Ana Flores. I’m not so famous, but if you prefer quality over quantity, you can always look for me.” She gave them a cross-eyed token and left on her large, wingless, carnivorous chicken-like beast which ran pretty fast while making little to no sound with its feet.

The siblings kept staring at the pills, wondering whether they should consume them or not.

“They are safe to eat,” Honso came to them with a faint smile on his face. “Such pills are generally quite costly. You are lucky to get them for free. By the way, you two passed.”

“Yes!” Edgar got excited, but Fabby didn’t show much of a response. Soon, both of them consumed the pills. To their surprise, their wounds began healing at a visible pace. Edgar’s badly-wounded arm was also recovering fast.

“These pills are quite effective,” Fabby was aston