The air in the arena seemed to be still.
Aestrea's voice wasn't loud, but it also didn't need to be.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, his lips raising to a small smirk.
"I was hoping you'd ask."
Maya immediately perked up.
"OHHHHH, this is what I signed up for!"
Iris gave her a strange look.
"You said that about the hotel breakfast."
"Because it slapped," Maya shot back, then turned toward Aestrea, bouncing on her heels.
"So what are we doing? A one-on-one? A group match? A tournament?! No, wait, I know—duels until someone cries!"
Violet stood quietly in her place, looking at Aestrea, and so did Rose; neither of them didn't necessarily want to fight.
"Is this really necessary? We're here as guests, not some kind of gladiators." Telmo scoffed, crossing his arms.
'Uh?'
Aestrea raised an eyebrow at Telmo's words.
After all, he was the first one to start a fight back at the Royal Academy.
"I don't mind," Leon said coolly, eyeing Aestrea with a detached air.
