Chapter 105
“…So the rumor about an interesting youngster in Saxony wasn’t entirely baseless after all.”
In the tautly stretched air, the drowned man opened his mouth.
“Youngster, I accept your proposal.”
“……!”
“No, I have no choice but to accept.”
His immediate reply showed not a shred of hesitation. Even Dale seemed startled by the words, swallowing hard.
“But you’d be mistaken to think I’ll become your puppet and dance to your tune.”
“I am well aware of that point.”
Dale smiled slyly and nodded.
There was no room for another decision. A cornered rat willingly bites the cat without hesitation. Faced with blackmail wielding the executioner’s heart, he would gladly sacrifice his own life to exact merciless, bloody revenge in return.
But that is not the case when a cornered rat finds an escape route.
Even if he were the Drowning Master himself, he couldn’t simply give up his life so easily. That was precisely what Dale had been aiming for, and the Drowning Master had grasped Dale’s intent.
“Then it’s settled.”
The City Master spoke.
“Prince Dale of Saxony has bid for the ‘Drowned Prince’s Heart’ through the privilege granted to the winner of the Fight Club.”
Behind him, leaving the six guild masters who couldn’t accept this bewildering situation behind.
“I will award the item for eight hundred and thirty-nine black chips.”
Ray Yuris, Mikhail Lancaster.
Later, as the ‘powerhouses of this generation’ faded one by one and those destined to become the ‘powerhouses of the next generation’ rose to prominence, it was Dale of Saxony who secured the first victory.
