The air instantly froze.
"Is it possible... that scared act it put on just now... was fake? It deliberately lured us into... wasting the extremely precious Command Spells in our hands?" one Master suggested.
After a moment of stunned silence, the others suddenly realized.
That's right! According to the additional rules imposed by the Little Golden Honkai-Moe King, once a Poké Ball was thrown, it could not be retrieved. Everyone started with only three Command Spells, which meant they only had three chances to throw Poké Balls.
If someone deliberately released an ultra-rare "shiny variant" Servant they had already contracted, disguising it as an ownerless wild one and flaunting it around the streets...
Not only could they perfectly trick their competitors into wasting their precious Command Spells, they could also eliminate more Masters by causing them to lose their Command Spells!
As though confirming their suspicions, the Golden Honkai-Moe King in the corner not only failed to deny it, but the expression on its mascot head smoothly switched to an even more infuriating [(￣▽￣) smug].
"This Golden Honkai-Moe King is way too despicable!" one Master said, his mouth twitching with rage.
"No... the despicable one is probably not this Servant, but the Master behind it," another person analyzed calmly.
"Then who exactly is its Master?"
"By Command Spell, I command you. Return to my side... my Servant." The moment the words fell, a cool, steady voice suddenly came from far behind the crowd.
As the voice rang out, a layer of soft golden light abruptly spread across the Golden Honkai-Moe King's body. Its round form began to turn translucent, its outline gradually blurring as if some force were pulling it away.
Everyone abruptly turned around and looked toward the source of the voice.
At the far end of the corridor,