"One minute, huh..."
Just as Liya Delin and her five companions collided thunderously with the armored cavalry squad previously split by Bati, the stands erupted in a cacophony. Meanwhile, Snow Bathing Sword muttered in frustration and looked up at the Half Dragon Knight, who sat comfortably on the giant turtle, not pursuing further. "You're going to make me fail my task."
Motan chuckled carefreely and apologized, "Sorry, but actually, my last task for today is to make sure you don't complete yours."
"Can't you have some gentlemanly manners?"
Snow Bathing Sword lifted her slender index finger and gently traced it along Frostless's cold, sharp blade, testing the waters as she asked, "How about you let me beat you on purpose, and I'll treat you to a meal after the match?"
Motan, having heard Bati's earlier "one minute" remark, shook his head and shrugged, "The time left is running out. Are you sure it's okay to just chat with me like this?"
