章 1990: We'll Split Later?

Honorable Elder Julian Kruse was just about to use his hand to pick the lot when he noticed two figures entering the battle stage. He raised his head, wanting to berate when he saw their identities, becoming tongue-tied. The words he had in his throat were swallowed before he turned to look at the Mandate Emperor.

Was it okay to flout the rules like this?

After all, one must be challenged in order to battle. However, he didn't receive any kind of reply or even a subtle gesture from the Mandate Emperor or the Karmic Guardian Emperor that he could only decide for himself. Clenching his teeth, he used his hand to pick the lot and saw that it was number seven.

He took it out and displayed it, causing Davis and Ellia to notice.

Davis's lips curled. It seemed his luck was better than Ellia's or was it Myria's?

He didn't know but raised his and pointed, "Myria, I challenge you to a battle."