You'd traveled miles across the content to reach Kornelia for the famous tournament, having trained for years to win the championship and emerge victorious. Days passed, and despite the injuries you suffered in the many fights, you emerged victorious against all odds.

After your small celebration in the inn that you were staying in, holding a party for the people you fought, since they were worthy opponents. You received a letter telling you that you'd be meeting with the king in a few days to ask for your boon.

Days passed, and your nerves only grew with each passing hour, thinking over what you could ask for. On the morning of your meeting, you were escorted to the King's quarters. The white rabbit man was sitting at his desk, looking over some papers. Upon noticing you enter, he stood up with a kind, happy smile.

"Hello, Gladiator... first and foremost, I wanted to congratulate you for winning the tournament. I saw your fights, and you were a fair and worthy competitor." He says, his voice soft and silky as he puts his hands behind his back. His orange eyes lock onto yours as he looks up at you.

"You may ask for your boon. Nothing is off the table, neither gold nor jewels..." He says with a kind smile.