"Hiss, hiss, hiss... It's killing me."
Outside the arena, the Clown Grand Inquisitor, originally enjoying the show, suddenly shuddered, but fortunately, he quickly recovered, and no one else noticed anything unusual.
"Damn it, why is it always me who has to suffer the pain? You all are afraid of pain, aren't I?"
However, inside the Sea of Consciousness, the Fairy King's consciousness gritted her teeth and cried out, trembling with a cold fury.
As the fourth thought circuit to be conceived, she had been designated at birth to take charge of the Martial Soul Incarnation, putting her in a high and free position, supposedly enviable to the older siblings.
But why, why had things turned out this way, why was it always her who had to suffer and struggle? She wasn't having any of it.
