Wind swept past the edge of the stands, carrying the stench of blood from the slaughterhouse.
"..."
Viscount Levin Kinston stared intently below.
His heart was filled with confusion, bafflement, and panic.
...Was this really the gentle and kind young man he had met three days ago?
The unsolvable mystery was clearly related to the young man and woman beside him.
Viscount Levin Kinston stole a glance at Lanchi and Sid beside him.
Lanchi was still stroking the Little Black Cat in his arms, a smile curling at the corners of his lips as if he were deeply gratified by his disciple's transformation.
Sid remained calmly leaned against the back of her chair, her palm lightly supporting her cheek.
The Viscount's throat trembled slightly, but in the end, he merely swallowed.
He had originally intended to ask whether the Ghost Party's miserable state these past few days was related to the two of them, but he subconsciously stopped himself.
They were far too composed. The way they treated lives as worthless made the Viscount instinctively afraid.
It was as if the two people sitting beside him were not human.
From afar, as he watched Xia Ya covered in blood and looking as though he could die at any moment, Viscount Levin Kinston felt as if every slash had landed on his own body.
At once, the arena's uproar surged into Viscount Levin Kinston's ears again, making him feel as though he had returned to reality. Amid a wave of dizziness, he sat back down in his seat.
"May I ask what exactly happened to Xia Ya? Why has he become like this?"
Out of a sense of responsibility as an elder, Viscount Levin Kinston still asked the two of them in a firm, solemn voice.
No matter what, he regarded