"What is the meaning of this?"
Minerva sat on her throne. Her face didn't have the same peaceful cadence it usually had. Instead, it had pulled back into a mask of tempered indifference and coldness.
Every time Aina battled, she would find herself becoming more and more annoyed. The obvious death that should have happened wasn't happening at all. In fact, Aina had started off as the center of attention, and was only becoming more so.
Not a single person she had faced seemed capable of lasting more than a single exchange against her. The only exception was the Luck of the Draw Ability Index user, who probably should have become the center of attention himself. And yet, even in this case, it was quite clear to everyone that she hadn't truly been on the edge of life and death.
