Because of the Emperor's intervention, the restless inner ring of the circus fell silent.
With Marquis Enwei supporting him, Graton returned to his original seat. However, the right half of Zede's body that he had forcibly swallowed—the completely mutated part corresponding to the "Clown Arm"—actually dug its way through the Abyss and crawled back into the clown's body.
Graton could clearly sense that a red curtain seemed to spread through space, forming a stable path that carried the arm back to reality. In his current, terrible state, he was completely unable to stop it.
From the viewing platform,
The Emperor expressed no displeasure or opinion regarding Graton and Enwei's actions. His gaze merely shifted from the clown to the opponent in the final match—William.
He only wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, then return to his Sovereign's side with the spoils.
He had a special connection with the Sovereign, one that remained intact even beneath this fabricated Abyss. Nothing unusual had come through so far.
In the audience seats.
Wrapped in nothing but a few strips of silk, the Sins of Lust, Naste, had already pressed herself lightly against Graton's side. With her forked tongue, she licked his wounds in the shape of a heart.
The hole in his chest, pierced straight through to his soul, was slowly repairing itself under her licking.
Naste seemed to have tasted something else. "Graton~ You didn't eat that human, did you? Instead, you used the gastric juices in your body to clear out his Malignant Tumor?
"While licking you, I could vaguely taste the scent of that corpse. My senses shouldn't be wrong.
"Why take the risk to save a human? That's not like you at all... Whenever we took part in any contest at our manor before, you