In the box above the arena.

Looking at the small pile of burned black ashes on the ring, "Ingrid" subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Although she had never liked this scheming woman, both of them were serving the same master after all. Seeing her former companion being burned to ashes in the ring with her own eyes, it was inevitable that she would sigh with sadness in her heart.

"Master, the flame used by the demon puppet came from the man named Nightmare under the ring... Should this kind of thing be considered a foul?"

"Edwin Blake" was smiling. The death of his men obviously did not make him sad or angry, but rather made him more interesting because of the unexpected results.

"Why should a foul be called? The demon puppet just borrowed a little flame from outside the court. It is essentially no different from the summoning spell."

After saying this, "Ingrid" felt that it made sense and couldn't help but nod.

"That "Hazy" she..."

"It's nothing, it's just a high-level dependent. If it dies, it will die. I can create more at any time if I want."

While speaking, "Edwin Braque" turned around and came to "Ingrid", raised his hand to lift her small chin with a beauty mark, and his silver eyes were full of scrutiny.

"It's you, Ingrid. Your opponent in the next match will most likely be that oriental girl with demon fox blood. Are you confident that you can win this match?"

"Ingrid" stood stroking her chest and said with a solemn expression: "Master, please rest assured, my subordinates will go all out in the next battle, but..."

"explain."

"Master, you should have noticed that the demon fox girl is far less powerful than me. Why don't you let me fight in person instead of going to a lot of trouble to create a clone?"

"Ingrid" was puzzled. Even if she controlled it personally, the clone's strength would not exceed 80% of the original body. This was equivalent to lowering her own winning rate in disguise.

Although she didn't think there was a chance of failure.

"Ingrid, you are different from "Long". She can be replaced by anyone, but you can't."

"Edwin Braque" patted "Ingrid" on the shoulder meaningfully, and did not look at the loyal subordinate who was almost overflowing with water - I mean his eyes. He held the wine glass and came to the face again.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the arena.

"This fellow of mine seems to be a little weird. He hides too many things that I can't see through... To be honest, this "Five-Pointed Sacrifice" to me is just to have some fun in a boring life. Even if I lose,

It doesn’t count as a loss if I lose, but if I lose you because of it, then I really lose.”
Chapter completed!