Lord Ice Moon POV
”This is the third day since he received the letter. ”
”If he doesn ’t come today, we had won and ridiculed him. ”
”Really? If he just ignored us, then wouldn ’t he be winning here? I mean, what can we even do? ”
”S-Shame him! Of course, that ’s what we can do. ”
Ten Rank 3 Elders of my Sect, all of them with different families, abilities, appearances, and temperaments sat down around a large wooden table, I, as the Sect Master, was sitting in front of this table while watching this quartet of fools speak whatever they come out with.
The challenge for the tournament had arrived in Drake ’s hands almost three days ago, there was a time of three days before he was to accept, so I suppose if this is the third day and he hasn ’t come, then it can be assumed that he had no interest in the petty games of these Elders.
Now I am beginning to regret having allowed them to have their way with this… I believe this was just a stupid thing. I might have gotten too far with my own ideas. Or perhaps that dream with the dragon ended making them dumber. Nonetheless, I don ’t think this is even necessary, to begin with.
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”Well, if he dares to ignore us, we cannot possibly let it slide, right? ”
”Indeed, we should revoke his access to our dungeons, after all, he ’s getting too cocky with it. ”
”Yeah! Does he think he owns it or something? Our sect arrived here hundreds of years ago, it is our property. ”