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THE tournament venue was located a short distance away from the heart of the royal capital.
Amy thought it vaguely resembled the Colosseum, which she’d only seen in pictures during her previous life, but the only real similarities were the facility’s oval shape and its slanted outer walls.
Unlike the Colosseum, however, it wasn’t surrounded by tiered platforms for audience seating. Inside the stone walls, it was more like a public square with a stage, almost like a venue for an outdoor music festival.
Amy had unfortunately never been to the Colosseum or an outdoor music festival, so she based her comparisons purely off her memories of things she’d studied or seen on TV.
The stadium was normally used for military and patrol training, but it was also used as an open-air theater for public performances and for the large-scale marketplace held several times a month.
The triennial tournament, however, was by far the biggest official event held here. Starting from the individual matches on the first day, the venue was packed with huge crowds of spectators throughout the entire tournament.
Inside the venue, there was one multi-storied building beside the stage for viewing. The highest floor was reserved for the king and the other members of the royal family, and the lower floors were reserved for high-ranking aristocrats.
Three years ago, Amy had watched Harold’s matches not from that building, of course, but from a section of the ground-level general seating in front of the stage partitioned off for lower-ranking aristocrats.
Behind the stage where participants fought, several one-storied, roofed buildings were connected to each other by a maze of corridors.
It was in that maze of buildings where the first-aid room and the participants’ waiting rooms were set up, and it was there where Amy busily worked behind the scenes.
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THE individual matches on the first day of the tournament did not disappoint in terms of excitement.
A young commoner who had just come from the countryside bested a knight who had been a top contender to win the entire tournament.
Although the commoner unfortunately lost in the semifinals, the audience went wild over the underdog’s incredible efforts—although the medical staff couldn’t see the stadium from where they worked, they could hear the booming cheers even from the first-aid station.
Regardless of whether the participants won or lost, all of them—including the spectacular commoner—visited the first-aid station after their matches. Amy’s wish that morning that no one would get injured had been made in vain—every single participant ended up needing healing.
After performing healing magic with Sir Dion nonstop since arriving that morning, Amy was utterly exhausted by the end of the day. As soon as she got home, she gave Tigger a big hug, dove into her bed, and the first day of the athletic tournament came to a close.