Changing Tactics

Nightingale, Abracadabra Castle.

Bloodlust engulfed the room, and the air in the room became heavy as if there was an invisible man around who tried to suffocate everyone there with a pillow.

"B-Bella, can you stop?"

Nevaeh touched her throat and felt like even breathing was a chore while sitting next to her little sister.

Bella, while watching the fight, looked dangerous with her hair floating as if the gravity had flipped over.

"Bella!"

Nevaeh hugged her little sister from behind to try to calm her down.

At that moment, it finally worked, and her hair fell back down.

"Ah, I am sorry…"

Bella looked sorry.

"I am quite glad you are not actually there at the stadium in person. You might've already jumped into the ring and ripped Zachary's head off."

Nevaeh said with a wry smile.

"Hmph."

Bella crossed her arms on top of her breasts and didn't look quite happy after seeing her son get punched in the face.