At the center of the Arena.
"Lumir, we won! Thank you! You'll be able to leave here soon!"
The man called Lumir frowned, a flash of gold passing through his eyes.
He ignored the other Slave Gladiators beside him and looked around, as though searching for something.
"Lumir?"
A woman dressed in coarse hemp clothing gently patted his shoulder.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Lumir gave her an indifferent glance, then shifted from that extremely arrogant demeanor back to a gentle one.
"Nothing. The day after tomorrow is the final match. Who knows what that noble lord will bring out?"
The woman breathed a sigh of relief. For that brief moment, she had suddenly felt as though the man before her, who was usually so gentle, had become someone else.
But it was only her imagination. After all, they were companions who had been captured from the same world and brought here as slaves.
"It's all right, Lumir. We'll always support you!"
"Mm. I'll go take a bath first. Tonight's on me. Let's all have something good to eat."
He stepped down from the Duel Platform and headed straight into the dark passage.
Inside the passage, his eyes turned completely golden.
His earlier gentleness also gave way entirely to indifference and arrogance.
"That's right. It was only for a brief instant, but there's no mistake. It was Sloth! That thief who stole Order! The leader of the Imperial Sequence Organization, Zhuxing Tu! She must be here!"
Lumir-no, that was only a false name.
He was Mr. Order.
A Train Conductor who had collected all the Order Cards and entered the Wasteland long ago.
"If that thief is here, then the others from the Imperial Sequence Organization might be here too. Hmph. There's no hurry."
Mr. Order let out an arrogant