The buried pillars were still glowing under the weight of Aldrich's sins.
But one of the nine pillars seemed taller than others. The symbols were the same, and the engravings were also the same. The only obvious difference between it and the other eight was the lack of folded red paper over it.
This sudden change hadn't gone unnoticed by Aldrich's eyes. But it wasn't the time to think more about it.
It was the time to enjoy a drama.
[…
Processing the bets of both parties…
Evaluating the Arguments…
Generating Outcome…
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Aldrich saw the fairy staring at the rows of notifications with a confident smile of victory and success.
The lack of crown hadn't brought down her aura of righteousness, though it made her hairs and the braids stand out in the green and blue surroundings. The bluish-colored anger had receded from her face, and even the transparent wings on her back fluttered ever so slowly to just maintain the height.
