Nine hundred and ninety Warriors and Mages were on standby.
The Mercenary Gang Leader, along with two of his Deadly Three also watched from their respective positions.
The Duo of Death, the Scrorpion Tail, the Piper of Calamity—all members of the Mercenary Gang who guarded their clients, were also waiting.
Then, Lord Noir's other guard—Captain of the Noir militia—stood beside his Lord and felt the increasing tension in the room.
Last but not least, the masked figure behind Scylla also spectated.
A total of nine hundred and ninety-nine foes were within the hall, all of them anticipating the move of the trapped four.
Of course, they knew it was all useless.
Still, they desired to be amazed. These people had gone through all the trouble to set up such an elaborate scheme, after all.
They desired to be compensated well.
"It seems you have nothing to say. Then—"
