There were relieved smiles on the faces of the Rebel Team. No cheers, no jumping around—just quiet relief.
Three more matches to win before the main round.
The umpire's voice echoed through the arena. "Injured participants, please move to the side of the arena for healing."
Alex stood up with a groan, following his injured teammates. Rina walked up beside him, where Hati was walking along. She reached out to pat the beast gently.
But Hati turned his head away, stepping to the other side of Alex.
Rina gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
Alex glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Please don't do that, Ms. Roarhart. I understand we're on the same team, but I'd prefer if you refrained from being overly familiar."
Then, turning his gaze to Hati as he moved forward—leaving behind a stunned, teary-eyed Rina—Alex added quietly,
"At least he understands nobles a little better now."
