“Miss, do you need me to call it off?” Sebas asked in a low voice.
“…Hold on.” Morai Deville should have stopped this ridiculous fight, but she didn’t.
She was angry, yes, but she could feel the burning fighting spirit of the two girls, and the audience was holding their breath, captivated by this intense battle born from a love triangle.
No matter the reason, “offering a spectacular fight in honor of the family ancestors” was the main theme of the battle festival.
Look, even the statue of Ratan behind the stands was giving a thumbs-up.
Milora and Anna-veil...
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