The terraced structure of the left stage was bustling with gamblers, cheering at the one on one fight in the pit where murder is an option. One would expect to see a good under such a precarious condition, right? Not by a long short.
'Everything is scripted... it's still disgusting as before.'
The rotten stench Mikino smelled before intensified. She thanked the heavens for not being able to see such second-rate fights.
—Even the mortals back at X-You had more valor than this.
Mikino chews her tongue inside her mouth, suppressing her disdain. Taking princess like steps, she goes to a gambling table, throwing more than ten thousand kuns.
There might be an inflation, but such an amount is... too hefty, even for the gambling den. Shrugging, Mikino picks a seat, waiting impatiently for the current match to finish.
'Even one million kuns won't be able to call the people I want. I need to fight these imbeciles, before meeting them.'
