In the chilly winter air, Hughberlian covered Talia's hands with her own, seemingly wanting to share some warmth with her.
"Tata, you should go back first. I'll ask Lanchi to take me to Cat Boss Restaurant later."
Hughberlian gazed at Tata and said gently and considerately.
She could tell that Tata did not really want to keep watching the match.
Although she did not know why, Hughberlian would not pry when something might be troubling someone else.
"All right. I'll wait at home and have dinner with you."
Talia nodded, released Hughberlian's hands, stood up, and quickly left along the walkway.
Watching Talia's figure disappear, Hughberlian let out a breath that sounded both relieved and wistful.
"If only I'd had a mother like that growing up..."
Hughberlian lowered her lashes and murmured soundlessly.
Then Hughberlian shook her head and looked toward the battle arena again.
On the cold battle plaza, the iron armor of the Demon King Army Slaughter Squad clanked. A lean Fighter suddenly burst forth with astonishing speed, his body transforming into a bolt of lightning. The tremendous force of his movement surged through his muscles as he seemed ready to fly straight over and finish off his enemy with his strongest kick.
But the Serrated Broadsword in the Demon King Army soldier's hands had already met him. He had not intended to block with the weapon; instead, he took the kick head-on. At the same time, the Fighter's chest was ripped open by the serrated blade, and the warmth of his bright-red flesh was instantly carried away by the cold wind.
On the other side of the plaza, two members of the Demon King Army surrounded a Fighter who had been separated from his group while constantly retreating. He tried desperately to dodge in terror, but the