Air

In another room, someone sipped on a glass of blood, with a lopsided grin. Humph, let's see how this goes. It seems like she doesn't need to interfere and everything is going accordingly.

*

It was time for the duel before they realized it. Knox and Rakel, who had just learned of it, rushed to the throne room, nervously just as she was about to go to the arena. Her short red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail as she dressed in black leather pants and a shirt. Instead of a combat, she appeared to be on the runway. The cheers from the arena were grating on her nerves, and she could hear them from where she stood.

“Please tell is it's not true, Laney.”

"I accepted his challenge," Delaney said as she moved over to them..”

"How about we go to your place? It won't make a difference because we're your mates —" Delaney was already shaking her head before Rakel could finish his sentence.

“That won't do, I need to do this myself. It's the fastest way to gain people's support. Or else