Deciding Match (End)

"The Dark Brotherhood?"

Lydia stood by the window and observed the arena below. There wasn't any anger on her beautiful face, but the temperature of the room instantly fell below freezing point.

"It seems the reformist party is aware, hm?"

"Please immediately command the guards to prepare an attack, Your Highness!" Amund frowned, with worry in his eyes.

"That's the Bloody Devour! It will completely consume down the young man! I can feel that Waltz's strength is reaching the edge of Legendary! That young man cannot hold him!"

"Don't worry, Teacher." In response to his concern, Lydia perked her index finger cheekily by her lips and revealed a smile.