Chapter 220: Duskworn Rises
Chapter 220 – Duskworn Rises
Aerica paused, her head tilting slightly in that strange, almost feline way of hers.
"Is this his first fight?" she asked, the tone of her voice tinged with something new—curiosity. It wasn’t often that a rookie carried even a fraction of her name.
"No, my lady," the maid replied, eyes respectfully lowered. "He fought once before against a lower-tier fighter. It wasn’t anything outstanding, but... he wasn’t bad either."
Aerica hummed, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of her chair.
"What are his chances of success? And what has Atreus wagered this time?" she asked as she slowly adjusted her posture, sensing some intrigue forming.
"His chance of success is less than three percent. As for Lord Atreus..." the maid hesitated slightly before finishing, "It’s the usual. If Duskworn loses, he becomes a slave. If he wins, Atreus gives him a bonded SSS-rank shadow beast."
Aerica brought her fingers to her chin, thoughtful—but her musing was abruptly interrupted as a screen materialized in the air before her, flickering to life with a soft hum.
She looked up.
There, on the screen, stood a young man with a lean frame, dressed in plain black clothes, just standing in the center of the arena like he belonged there.
Aerica’s lips curved into a slow, amused smile.