Inside the Colosseum's private box, Aldrich the owner and a group of War Nobility sat in soft, comfortable armchairs. Yet at this moment, no matter how plush the environment or how delicious the food, it could not calm their nerves even slightly.
They sat straight and stiff, looking solemn and remaining completely silent, though their eyes kept darting toward Mr. Ulysses, who sat at the head of the table in a casual posture with his right hand propping up his chin.
This Mr. Ulysses was watching the carnage in the arena below, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward as if he were amused by the struggle. But the War Nobility seated around him did not believe that smile for a second. True, the battle down there had caught them off guard, but what kind of battles hadn't Mr. Ulysses seen?
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