The duel between Necromancer Shuka and Holy Saint Roland was decided very quickly. At this point, there were only five mana crystals, and not even a single card in Yao Ziyan's hand had been used.
She was not particularly disappointed. She had already realized where her deck's shortcomings lay, but there was something else Yao Ziyan was quite curious about.
"Luo Chuan, what did that 'sorry' mean?"
"Sorry" was a voice line every character had, triggered with a simple tap. What Yao Ziyan did not understand was why Luo Chuan had controlled his character to say it at the very end.
"Before killing your opponent and winning, saying 'sorry' is the most basic form of respect for them."
Yao Ziyan scrutinized Luo Chuan suspiciously. His expression was calm, without the slightest hint that he was joking, making her unable to resist muttering, "Something about this feels a little off..."
The matches continued. Yao Ziyan adopted Luo Chuan's suggestion, and the result was that a certain boss successfully received several greetings of "sorry" and "I'm very sorry."
"Sorry."
Sea Demon Ina's voice, from the depths of the sea, was as beautiful as song. After softly saying those words, she controlled the surging water and tore the opposing Arbiter Herleim into pieces. Incidentally, Herleim's character was an assassin from the darkness.
"It's getting late. Time for bed." Luo Chuan yawned.
"Isn't it still ear—" Yao Ziyan instinctively looked outside. The night was deep, and the gauze-like moonlight made the ground seem covered in a layer of white frost. "Mm, it really is very late. It doesn't feel like much time has passed."
"Isn't it hard to notice time passing when you're reading novels too?" Luo Chuan gave a similar example.
"That's true." Yao Ziyan nodded, rising to stretch lazily.
Luo Chuan lightly