Roland had arrived early as well, observing with Mirami and Vladimir, yet at this moment, Mirami could hardly believe that a civilian mecha master could withstand an 18-fold gravitational acceleration impact in such a fleeting instant.
Roland's eyes narrowed slightly, two fingers resting on her lips—a habitual gesture when she pondered. It only took two seconds before she lowered her hand and turned to leave the room.
"Roland, aren't you going to watch the outcome? He was once your comrade-in-arms," Mirami said playfully.
With a shrug, Roland looked up to the heavens, speechless, "Heh, I believe the result will appear soon enough."
"Eh? Is it that what they call a super master winning?"
Roland shook her head with a smile, not offering any explanation. She was as elegant as a jasmine flower, exuding a subtle exotic fragrance and an unfathomable depth that made it impossible to close that slight and undetectable distance between her and anyone else.
