Flaura slowly closed the book in her hand. Her cherry lips shone particularly bright in the dim lights, and her expression was entirely unreadable. Not many knew Flaura intimately, but it could be said that it was quite rare for her to not be smiling, and even rarer for minutes to tick by without her taking a sip of wine.
A miscalculation.
She never told Leonel to lose on purpose, much like she didn't tell him to win or lose against the Ma'at Bubble.
For the challenge against the Ma'at Bubble, who won or lost didn't matter. She had thought that regardless of the situation, the end result would be the same. If she went too far in giving direction, she would just end up exposing her plans, and that was something she didn't want to do.
What she didn't know was that even before she told Leonel to challenge the Khafra Bubble, he had already known that she would.
