Silver Wolf slowly picked up the die. Her gaze still seemed somewhat vacant, as though she could not understand why a single die possessed such power.
But the cat's voice gradually reached her ears.
"To preserve as much realism and fighting spirit as possible, I'll remain neutral in the following matches, so long as you don't wager anything beyond the bottom line."
"You seem rather concerned about her figure? Theoretically speaking, you—"
Those words entered Silver Wolf's ears, making her look up toward a certain Envoy of the End.
Weariness showed in the black cat's eyes, yet it still stood there, like a beacon of fate and a marshal commanding an army.
So that was it?
Everything until now had been meant to create conflict?
That seemed right.
If the goal was to make her the most suitable person to replace Topaz—
Then ordinary training really did seem insufficient to produce the best outcome.
Was this for the upcoming special training for heroes?
The logic suddenly became crystal clear.
It seemed to restore a little sanity to the nearly ashen Silver Wolf.
But—
The Crimson Demon girl, who looked like such a well-behaved young lady, still wore a disdainful expression.
"Do you really think a flat board like that can save everything?"
"You should switch to someone else sooner rather than later."
She really did look down on her...
For some reason, Silver Wolf's heart became calmer than ever before, without a single ripple.
In stark contrast to that calmness—
Was the emotion surging wildly within her chest...
This woman...
Seemed to take great pride in her obscene bust size?
Silver Wolf stared at Huihui's face ahead of her, a fierce expression appearing on her own.
If someone like her lost the chest she had always possessed...
Would she cry?