On the benches of spectators, there were not only powerful and recognized players but also those who acted in the shadows whose faces were known only by a handful of individuals.
"This girl is quite impressive." On the bleachers, a middle-aged man mutters with a radiant smile on his lips.
Next to him were two men on his right and two women on his left.
One of them looks up at him. "Grandpa, do you think she's one of ours?"
He looks at the youngest among them, a blonde-haired girl with navy blue eyes, and smiles gently. "No, Little Sarrah, she's an ordinary player. An ordinary player but with exceptional talent." He has a sneaky smile on his lips as he speaks out.
"Should we eliminate her?" A man with a bristly red hairstyle, similar to Furry's hair general, asks for a neutral tone.
"Why do you only think about killing, Mauris Ifrit?" The last Korean-looking woman snarls in an unhappy tone.
