Chapter 104

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Giggles and whispers sounded from the back of the room. Perhaps, with this lively atmosphere, a couple had the confidence to indulge in one another out in the open.

Neither Ellenia nor Ivan had the mind to care about such things, though.

"What's going on?" Ellenia's eyes shifted from side to side nervously. "Why did the two of them leave at the same time? If Brother finds out..."

"My Lady, please, calm down for now. Do you know where Lady Furiana is right now?"

She frowned at him, confused at the question. "What? Why? What about Freya?"

"My Lady, you know her... Maybe she was keeping an eye on those two, just like us, or maybe she saw something."

Ivan didn't want to imply too much, but he couldn't shake off the thought. They stared at each other for a moment before Ellenia's eyes grew wide.

"She said she was going to the bathroom."

And Freya van Furiana was indeed in the bathroom. However, she was not alone. She was also not inside the bathroom, but rather standing right in front of it, in a long and empty hallway.

"Can you do me a favor, Lorenzo?"

She stood tall and proud. Her little brother, looking up at her with eager eyes, nodded wholeheartedly. She was taller than him by a few inches because of her high-heeled shoes.

For his beloved sister, he would do anything. Even more so if it had something to do with that vile Witch of the South.

Freya smiled happily and ruffled her brother's platinum blond hair. "Iz will arrive soon. If he comes looking for his wife or Cardinal Valentino, then you..."

She leaned closer and whispered the next words very carefully into his ears, making sure no one but him could hear her.

Lorenzo most definitely understood what she wanted him to do.

Lady Furiana smirked and turned around, giddy and elated, but soon jumped up in surprise as her best friend's voice rang out from behind.

"Frey?"

"Ah, Ellen." She quickly schooled her expression. "I'm sorry for the delay. Any news?"

Violet eyes that were wide open. An innocent face mixed with curiosity and worry. Taking in her best friend's familiar face, Ellenia hesitated.

Therefore, Ivan, who stood behind her, stepped up instead. "Lady Furiana, by any chance—"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

Ivan's voice got buried by the cries that filled the empty corridor. The sound came from the banquet hall. People were cheering.

Ivan felt his blood run cold, and it was no different for Ellenia.

He was here already?

It was tradition for the champion of the Gladiatorial Match to enter the banquet hall last together with the king. That age-old practice had just been broken.

The three of them turned around and ran as fast as they could.

***

Camu, stuck with the duty of pacifying his livid colleagues, felt like dying.

To make matters worse, the one person who should have arrived dead last, had arrived right now. He hadn't even changed out of his blood-soaked armor or washed off his sweat. His sword was drawn, too.

Izek really did look like Satan incarnate in moments like these. Camu, never having been this tense in his life, tried to come off as if nothing was wrong. Calm and controlled, like it was just any other day.

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