บท 469: A Front-Line Opportunity

For a card artisan, ten moves was no more than the instant a spark was struck from a flint.

The atmosphere in the great hall had relaxed quite a bit. Everyone believed the White Commander was going to give the Madam from Faya a way out. So long as he wasn't going to kill anyone, the guests didn't seem that nervous. They were most afraid of the White Commander killing someone there. While they might not have been able to say their own hands were clean, they couldn't help but feel on edge beside someone so famous for killing people.

Still, it didn't seem as though the White Commander was thinking that way, which eased the atmosphere in the hall. Most of them became excited to watch the battle between the two of them.