"I-I'm still alive!"
After being unconscious for two days and two nights, Baccarat woke to a familiar ceiling, a familiar bed, and a familiar room.
She sat up, her head still a little groggy.
Slowly, Baccarat's expression grew darker and darker.
She had actually been taken out in one hit.
She could hardly accept the result.
And she wasn't convinced.
A little angrily, she left the room and headed to the main hall. She shoved open the office door. Stussy and Betty were bent over their paperwork, and only glanced up when Baccarat came in.
"You look full of energy, so I guess you're fine."
Stussy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her tone fairly gentle.
"How long was I asleep?"
Baccarat hung her head, feeling awful.
"Two days and two nights."
Betty leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes before saying seriously, "You were careless in your fight with Little Ai the day before yesterday. That girl doesn't play by the rules, so strictly speaking, you haven't lost yet.
"If I were you, I'd pick someone else to challenge. You can't die, anyway.
"Just treat it as a spar."
Betty was egging Baccarat on.
She could tell Baccarat had lost her nerve. It was obvious she was about to give up.
How could that be allowed?
Dealing with paperwork every day was so dull. They had to find some entertainment.
Without some excitement to watch, she wouldn't be able to keep going.
"You're right. I was careless."
Baccarat had already been unconvinced, and her heart was full of indignation.
Whether she was really foolish or just pretending, she didn't say another word before storming out of the office again.
She was going to find someone else to fight.
She refused to believe she was that