'Well, you are not wrong there. And I guess it doesn't matter. Since he is already dead and all. Good work.' Dreamer forgave Liberi. He couldn't be angry with his right hand man and friend.
'Thankyou, my lord.' Liberi expressed his gratitude and stood silently.
The audience still had a fearful look in their eyes as seeing a man killing someone with his sword's sheath was something they didn't get to see everyday.
Ellen looked the same way but since he had to do his job. He announced the winner.
"Everyone! The winner is from the Dreamers, Liberi!"
Clap!
Clap!
The audience clapped and Dreamer showed the loudest and earnest enthusiasm.
"Way to go, Liberi! That was one hell of a match." He shouted through the mic. Full of smiles.
Dudley gritted his teeths, seeing Dreamer joyfully laughing beside him, irritated him. He picked up the mic as well.
