Holy Sword Tournament Arc II
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(POV: Akashic Records)
In the dimly lit corridors of the coliseum, Genevieve, accompanied by her peculiar companion Skum, made her way towards the recovery room eagerly awaiting news of Garret's condition. Skum, his beady eyes fixated on his small scroll, meticulously scribbled down betting odds with a worn-out quill. Paper was a luxury he couldn't afford.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Genevieve halted her steps and turned to face Skum, her brown eyes piercing through his unkempt exterior. "Tell me, Skum," she inquired, her voice tinged with a playful disdain, "why, in all the wretched realms, have you chosen to follow me?"
Skum chuckled, his wiry frame shaking with mirth, as he slicked back his greasy black hair. "Ah, my dear princess," he replied, attempting to sound suave but failing miserably, "a gentleman such as myself couldn't simply allow a fair maiden like you to wander these treacherous halls alone."
