Bang sighed softly.
He casually picked up the cup of clear tea in front of him and took a shallow sip, bitterness and sweetness mingling on the tip of his tongue.
However.
To the others in the box.
Garou's private duel was nothing more than an interesting bit of news to chat about after tea.
Most of them were simply watching the show with a relaxed, gossip-hungry attitude.
Suiryu lounged lazily deep in the Island Cloud Sofa.
His long legs were casually crossed over the edge of the tea table in front of him, and he idly tossed a bright red apple in his hand.
With a light laugh, he teased Garou a few times about his arrogance.
Tanktop Master, meanwhile, had his arms folded across his chest.
His firm face was filled with a perfectly serious expression.
He was exchanging techniques for exerting force in different muscle groups with Superalloy Darkshine beside him.
Darkshine nodded along with a simple, honest grin, occasionally offering his own insights.
Before long.
The heat around the topic of Garou gradually died down.
Sitting at the center of everyone was the vice president of the Martial Artist Association.
The former king of Prodence, Elizabello II.
He lightly pinched a crystal-clear stemmed glass in his hand.
The glass was filled with a precious fine wine known as "Dragon Wine."
This liquor, produced on the Schrade Continent of the Teigu world, had an amber hue.
Under the soft lights of the box, it refracted an intoxicating luster.
It gave off a rich, domineering fragrance.
Elizabello II gently swirled the glass.
He listened to the crisp sound of ice clinking against glass.
His calm, deep gaze swept around the gathered crowd.
His eyes passed in turn over the faces of Tanktop Master, Superalloy Darkshine, Suiryu, Bakuzan, Bachai,