"What's wrong with you, Lena? Why were you like that earlier?" Kahfi asked while wearing Ervion's Helmet on his head.
Helena, who was not far from Kahfi, answered while wearing Ervion's helmet, "I'm just ashamed to be treated like that by that tanker. I felt from a distance like someone was supporting me. Earlier, I had heard Tiara's voice somewhere."
"The sound from that stage, right? I heard it too. Her voice sounded like I had recognized it for a long time; feels warm and able to reconcile the atmosphere. But still, before that voice appeared, I was annoyed by the person who predicted us to lose. Whoever that person is, I wish he had no friends." Kahfi lay down.
"Ah, I hope so too." Helena lay down. "I'm also annoyed with him, who predicted us to lose."
"Okay, spectators. Apparently, the second round was about to start. The two teams have prepared their respective positions. So, who will win in the second round? Wait after-"
