Chen Rui entrusted the sleeping Lalalia to the Dragon Island trio, trusting that those fans would take good care of her.
Seeing the three Dragon Race girls—especially that little Dragon Race loli—glaring at him furiously, Chen Rui could only smile wryly and shift his gaze to Catherine.
"Your Majesty Catherine, does the final need to begin now?"
Catherine replied calmly, "Are you trying to remind me that if I demand the final begin now, I might still have a sliver of hope of winning?"
Chen Rui shrugged. "If that is truly what you think."
Emperor Leizen, the Octopus Emperor, and the others all turned their attention over. Catherine's gaze swept over the hand Lola was holding, and her cherry lips behind the veil spoke two words: "Two days."
Two days?
Quite a few of those "in the know" present revealed looks of shock. Such a deadline was no different from waiting to die. The battle between "Agulie" and Lalalia had surely drained a great deal of his strength, and he was at his weakest now. If she threw everything into one desperate fight, then judging by Catherine's performance against Chiliao, she might still have a few chances. But if she gave her opponent time to recover, then with the gulf in strength between a Kingdom and a demigod, she would not have the slightest hope left.
Catherine ignored the looks around her. After leaving behind those two words, she turned and departed without looking back.
Chen Rui stared blankly at her retreating figure, lost in thought. Then he suddenly felt a pain at his waist. Turning his head, he found Miss Fairy Dragon gazing blankly at the sky, as though the culprit who had just twisted that poor bit of flesh three hundred and sixty degrees was someone else entirely.