Standing slightly behind Mash, Fujimaru Ritsuka watched Ruslan outside the cell warily when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
What was going on?
He had felt this before, but Mash had interrupted it.
Why now...?
"Senpai!?"
Mash keenly noticed Fujimaru Ritsuka's condition and cried out.
Yet Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed not to hear her. His body merely swayed, as though he were struggling to keep himself upright.
But that heavy, drowsy sensation still engulfed Fujimaru Ritsuka's entire mind.
"What did you do!?"
Norla glared furiously at Ruslan and demanded loudly.
Ruslan:?
What the hell?
"I didn't do anything."
He explained with an unchanged expression.
Though he did have a bit of a headache inwardly.
He could guarantee that Fujimaru Ritsuka's condition had nothing to do with him, but the people in the cell clearly would not believe him.
"The rookie only started acting like this after you appeared. You say it wasn't you—do you think we'll just believe that?"
Napoleon directly aimed his massive cannon at Ruslan.
See?
The corner of Ruslan's mouth twitched.
Now he was truly in a situation where mud had landed in his pants—whether it was shit or not, it looked like shit.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Ruslan could not be bothered to explain any further. He had only come here to see Norla; everything else was irrelevant.
In his eyes, Chaldea's plan was a good thing. After all, it was part of the "competition," and for the most part, he did not want to interfere with it.
It was also an explanation to Kirschtaria.
Whoosh—
Ruslan vanished from the dungeon once more.
"Senpai... Senpai!"
Mash looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who could not even respond. Terrified and despairing, she could do nothing but watch as he completely lost consciousness.
"Wait, Shielder