Tet, that bastard, was holding a Thirteen Round Table discrimination conference right here, wasn't he?
Endure. Endure!
Words from the Prompt Device appeared in his field of vision.
As you can see, this God of Games is especially wary of you. However, that wariness is not particularly intense—the Star Cup gives him the confidence to act as he pleases.
Holding the collection of all concepts and powers in the universe in his hand did indeed make it easier to become arrogant.
And arrogance taken to the extreme would obviously give him an opening.
Russell understood what that meant, but his face still darkened.
That bastard.
He was already arrogant to this extent, yet he still had to guard against him?
Was that appropriate?
Show disappointment now. Then, when March 7th refuses the team that intends to travel without you, he will test and judge you.
The concealment of Joy, Wisdom, and Balance would be enough to pass the judgment.
The Prompt Device's text was clearly a Script provided by the Urban Dragon King.
Tsk—
He would have to hit that guy hard later.
Russell also put on an expression of restrained patience, then let a look of regret appear on his face.
"Looks like I won't be able to participate in this event."
That trace of regret quietly entered March 7th's eyes, instantly knotting her brows tightly.
"Because she knows Russell?"
"So she's rejecting us without even looking into anything?"
She immediately glared at the dwarf, hands on her hips.
"Aren't you going to check anything else?"
"Ah... little miss, that's not quite appropriate to say. You don't know just how terrible my friend's personality is."
Tet spread his hands and began listing evidence with complete confidence.
"Because he had nothing better to do, he rewrote an empire's capital-city self-destruct