"Why did things turn out like this?!"
The arena's cage was destroyed, most of the spectators had died, and everything was in chaos.
A week had already passed after Eumir and Hedge won the weekly deathmatch event. Nighttime strike. The abducted people ate their dinner and took a bath earlier than usual.
Inside room number 7, Sheryl, under Destri's spell, gathered the kids to teach them how to undo the bracelet and plan their escape.
"Are you sure about this, big sis?"
All the girls call Sheryl 'big sis.' Well, after all, she's a legal loli. The little lady was half-human and half-dwarf. Sheryl's already nineteen years old.
It's just that she stopped growing after she turned 18 for some reason.
"Of course. A reliable source told me that every Sunday, the administration holds a weekly deathmatch event for filthy rich nobles. My source said that the monsters guarding the farm at night won't be there. The security will be lax."
