The Unfettered Ice Princess [ EN ]

Chapter 69 [ Closing ]

"........"
As soon as Envy left the stage, Madam Lin was frozen in place with a look of horror on her face.

Her hands were clasped tightly, her heart heaving with rage. It could be seen that she was trembling as she refrained from destroying the items around her. Seeing her like that, Zeta and Lenarya felt a sense of satisfaction within themselves. Of course, they did not show it openly.

TAP TAP TAP TAP

Lord Durren walked down the stage with his two servants.

"How long will you be there?" asked Lord Durren without turning around.

"The cameras are off, but audience won't leave if we're still here."

Madam Lin made an annoyed expression.
"How can you stay so calm when your number one is taken away."

Lord Durren stopped walking.
"My number one?"

"Pfftt..."

"I knew from the start that there was a chance of us failing because Envy realized it. I wouldn't have let my number one be at stake with such a risk."

Madam Lin, "?"

Lord Durren wondered.
"It's been... 2 years, right? I'm tired of that woman too. It's not a big deal if Envy takes her."

"You on the other hand--"
Lord Durren glanced at Madam Lin.

"--putting a Calliope into a gamble against Envy. How foolish."

Madam Lin, "💢"

"A gambler must be ready to take big risks for big profits. You know that yourself," Madam growled.

Lord Durren laughed. He agreed with the sentence. But also considered his opponent. After a hearty laugh, Lord Durren resumed walking. His right hand rose to bid Madam Lin farewell.

"I look forward to the next slave."

Seeing that, Madam Lin only smiled wryly.
"..... Yeah, yeah. I know."

When Lord Durren was already under the stage. He realized something, he felt Madam Lin should know about it. So he stopped again and turned his head for a moment.

"Oi, Lin. You might actually be lucky."

Madam Lin tilted her head, "What does that mean?"

Lord Durren did not answer the question. Right after saying that one sentence, Lord Durren returned from the stadium with his two servants.

There was one time, however, where he took a faint glance at the bleachers. For a person born and living in the underworld like him for a long time, Lord Durren was sensitive to the smell of killing. Especially if it was released in large quantities.

He could see it clearly. How much killing desire the two Calliopes in the corner of the stage exuded and to whom it was directed.

"You bitch. I knew you were overreacting," Lord Durren thought.

"Don't be greedy, Lin. There's nothing good about stirring up trouble with the Big Guild and the Grand Families."

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Audience bench in the upper West corner

"......"

"......"

The young man looked at his sister who was staring intently at the stage.
"......"

Slowly, the man got up from his seat.
"Gambling is over, let's go back, Sera."