[Freya's POV]
What the hell is he doing now?
That signal. I recognized it instantly.
The bet.
My eyes darted toward the betting stall at the arena's edge. A girl was turning away from spectating, moving toward the counter.
From this distance, her features were difficult to confirm. But the silhouette. The posture. The way she carried herself.
Celestine.
'So this was Eren's game all along.'
But something didn't add up.
If he wanted to maximize profits, he should have placed the bet at the start. Or better yet, the moment his Zenos was defeated. That was the peak. The point where his odds would have skyrocketed to their absolute highest.
And right now?
I doubted the odds would climb any further. Ashen wouldn't fall easily. Nobody watching this match would believe otherwise.
He was the treasure of the Astrea Clan. The second most powerful summon in our entire bloodline. A legend among legends.
