Chapter 73: Come sit down with your sister

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The passage beneath the audience seats.

The lights were dim, with pale blue magical lamps spaced far apart.

The walls were gray concrete, unpainted, with a rough surface.

Pipes ran along the ceiling, rusted.

The air smelled of dust mixed with cleaning agent.

Olivia stood at the fork in the passage.

One left, one right, one behind.

All three passages looked identical.

Gray walls, gray ceiling, pale blue lights.

Which one had she come from?

She couldn’t remember.

Her cat-ear hat was tilted to one side.

“Hey. How did I get here?”

She took a few steps to the left, then stopped.

Then a few steps to the right, and stopped again.

A server walked over from the left passage.

In their hands was a tray with a few empty cups on it.

“Little girl, are you lost?”

“Want big sis to take you to play for a bit?”

Her voice went up at the end, as if coaxing a child.

Olivia’s cat ears perked up.

Her silver eyes stared at the server.

‘Being treated like a minor—no way!’

She took a step back.

Then she turned and ran.

Her silver-white hair flew behind her, her cat ears wobbling on her head.

The server’s voice chased after her from behind.

“Hey—be careful—don’t fall—”

The passage was long.

She ran a stretch and turned a corner.

More and more pipes appeared on the walls.

The smell of dust grew heavier.

Finally, she stopped.

She rested her hands on her knees, bent over, panting.

Her silver-white hair hung down in front of her shoulders.

She looked up.

In front of her was a door.

A number plate hung on it.

Rest area.

She pushed open the door.

A corridor.

Light gray walls, dark gray carpet, pale blue magical lamps.

It looked exactly like the rest area she had been to before.

She walked forward.

On both sides of the corridor were doors, with brass number plates nailed to the door frames.

The corridor was quiet.

The preliminaries were still ongoing, and most participants were on the arena or in their own rest rooms.

For now, no reporters or anyone like that had come to interview here.

“Oh my.”

Golden long hair.

Deer antlers.

Olivia’s cat-ear hat slipped off her head and hung behind her neck.

Her silver-white hair spread out, covering her shoulders.

Viloseline stood before her.

In her hand was a white porcelain cup with steam rising from the rim.

Inside was black tea, the tea bag still not removed, the string hanging over the edge.

“This young lady of the Silver Dragon.”

Viloseline moved the cup aside slightly.

“You are…”

“Uh. I came out to look around.”

Olivia pulled the cat-ear hat back from behind her neck and put it on again.

The cat ears were crooked.

She reached up to adjust them.

Then again.

Still crooked.

Viloseline watched her adjust the hat.

Her pale golden pupils didn’t move.

Then she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip.

“Who are you hiding from…”

Silver eyes looked at Viloseline, then shifted away.

If asked whether she was hiding from someone, the answer was yes.

After learning that green-haired loli was the president, only one thought ran through Olivia’s mind.

Someone who could stir up a depression wave—

They wouldn’t hesitate to do anything.

“No.”

Viloseline watched her.

Without a word.

“How about keeping me company for a bit?”

The corner of her mouth twitched.

“I came out to get some air anyway.”

Inside the private room.

Liliana sat in the middle of the sofa.

Her sandals were crossed, her green cat ears perked up.

She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and set it down.

“It’s over so soon, meow~”

She looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

The grass in the center of the arena was empty.

Chijiao had already left, and the wolf clan had been carried off on a stretcher.

Several marks from the battle axe remained on the grass, with staff squatting there pressing the upturned turf back down.

“The excitement isn’t over yet, meow.”

On Zijiang’s phone screen, the live stream was still on.

Comments were still scrolling.

Some were cursing Chijiao, others defending him—

The two sides were still arguing.

But the number of comments was slowly decreasing.

Then a new notification popped up at the top of the screen.

She tapped to open it.

The Special Championship officially released the matchups for the next round.

The comments exploded instantly.

“Masiweiluo vs. Viloseline”

“Holy crap”

“The match of the century is coming”

“They’re meeting in the preliminaries?”

“This draw is too”

“Buy tickets, buy tickets, buy tickets”

“When’s the fight?”

“Tomorrow afternoon”

“Wait, that’s too fast”

Zijiang’s mouth fell open.

She brought the phone closer.

The bracket was written clearly.

Masiweiluo.

Viloseline.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Home arena.

“Everyone, did you see that? Tomorrow afternoon. Masiweiluo vs. Viloseline. Day four of the preliminaries. This—”

The comments were no longer arguing about Chijiao.

They were all spamming the names Masiweiluo and Viloseline.

Liliana stood up from the sofa.

Her sandals stepped silently on the carpet.

She put her sunglasses back on, on top of her head.

“Boring, meow.”

She walked towards the private room door.

“Miss Zijiang, excuse me for a moment, meow.”

Her hand grasped the door handle.

“I have something to take care of.”

The door closed.

The comments were still scrolling.

“Zijiang, you must go to the scene tomorrow”

“Shoot this from the private room perspective”

“The battle of the century”

“If you don’t shoot, you’re not human”

“I’ll shoot. I definitely will.”