"Hmm... I think we're late," Leire murmured timidly.
"You think?" I raised an eyebrow, strolling along leisurely.
"We're definitely late, Sir Amael... by a few hours already," Martin added, his tone hesitant.
"Why are you two looking at me? Whose fault do you think it is?" I retorted, shooting a glance at Alicia, who was walking alongside us.
She didn't respond, her focus fixed ahead with a tired expression on her face.
It seemed she still hadn't fully recovered from her peculiar surge from yesterday.
Whatever.
I glanced at my phone, knowing we could check the results there. That's why we were taking our time walking—there were still other groups engaged in battles.
From the latest matches, Celeste's group had unsurprisingly advanced to the Third Round, as had Alvara's and Cylien's groups.
