After the announcement, all the slaves already knew their fate. Those that are wailing with cries were crying while those that were joyous were thanking their fate.
Elara and her handmaids were excepted. Even though Fiora would be set free, she would have to carry the blood of her sister in her hands for the rest of her life while Elara would be sold out.
No!
Never would she be departed from her pack!
Never would she leave her rightful kingdom to the hand of that devil!
Inside her, Lyas was grumbling, wanting to surface but Elara didn't want her to come out. She could feel the stubbornness of the immature Alpha's trait in her which did not want to give in to this brutality called game.
Among the 30 slaves who survived, 18 of them were without flags among which 6 had siblings with flags.
The atmosphere was too thick on Elara's body. Fiora picked up the sword given to them. Her feet were too heavy for her to walk, and with that, she dragged them over the floor, moving towards Freya. Likewise, her strength could not lift the sword.
On every motion towards Freya who was on her knees alongside the other victims, kept making Elara's chest beat vigorously against her heart.
"I'm sorry Freya!
"I'm so sorry Fiora!"
The whole disaster has burdened her.
Fiora, having reached a meter distance away from her sister, paused on her track, "Do you think you are the only one who can protect Her Highness...huh?" her words came to Freya in a weak tone, Freya hardened her face unable to decipate what her sister was insinuating.
Snickering so soft and shaky, Fiora continued, "The flag is not useful for me anyway. How can you choose me over yourself? Why would you claim to be older...huh?"
Her loss of strength didn't allow her to speak audibly and her words were only felt between the two. "Do you think I can survive these wounds and the trauma of your death after this game is over?!!" She squealed but her voice was too shallow to shake the ground.
A single beat of the drum boomed through the field, telling the fortunate siblings to sl*ughter the other.
With hot tears finding their way down from their eyes, Fiora pleaded with her sister, "My sister, please for my sake, close your eyes."
Sniffing the bitter air, Freya felt Fiora's request understandable. She knew the trauma would be too overwhelming for her to bear later, therefore, she obeyed.
Immediately, Fiora threw her blue flag on Freya and without beating around the bush, the sword cut through her throat.
Her loud thud on the ground and the pitiful murmuring of the packs cut through Freya's ears. The poor girl who already anticipated her death, fled her eyes opened and an outrageous scream escaped from her lips.
"Fiora!!!
"Fiora!!! Elara cutting through her daze, screamed out.
For some seconds, she could not move from her spot, still shocked by what her eyes fed her.
Fiora's bl*od sprang on the floor like a flowing river. "Why! Why,! Why do you kill yourself?" Elara and Freya sobered in pain.
While amidst the Kings, King Gathrick laughed over the scene in a low but psychic manner. "Eldric, this scene reminded me of last year. Could you have done the same for Aric?"
Eldric was quiet, seemed the question put him in a tight condition, however, he answered King Gathrick without flattering his tone, "I won the game as a result of your support, Your Majesty. Who am I to let your effort of setting me free be in vain?"
King Gathrick shook his head in affirmation of Eldric's words. Seems like he forgot easily how he gave the blue flag to Eldric in person.
"You sure have a good memory. This is why I own your life, you know."
Eldric bowed to him with gratitude.
The other kings laughed, finding delight in the agony inflicted on the slaves. "Let the second game begin. King Gathrick, this session is becoming boring!" King Jaxon proposed delightfully.
"Why wait for the second round of the game, I allowing you to bet on the winning slave for the next round. If your chosen slave wins, I will sell him or her to you at a subsided rate." King Gathrick said, optioning her friends with choices that would, in turn, generate money for him.
"Bravo! Your brother is a messy man for throwing such a wise man like you away, King Gathrick." King Lucius said, finding sense in King Gathrick's option.
"And that is the fun I can't get bored of!" King Emeric commented, laughing psychically, "I will bet on the Slave Princess." He chose.
"No! I bet on her." King Jaxon reclaimed, "She belong to me in the first place so I'm buying her off!"
Huge laughter followed King Jaxon's statement leaving the man utterly mortified. "What is funny?" He asked with a cheeky tone.
"You shouldn't partake in this bet, King Jaxon. The poor girl rejected you and your kingdom first... How will you face her?" Said King Lucius.
"You dare not tell me that!" King Jaxon warmed with a tone of retaliation, "She ought to be the Future Luna for my Kingdom but she threw away that opportunity herself. Hence, she will become a slave for my Son, my in-law, and of course, my Kingdom!
"That explained the reason I should own her!" He added.
"Well, you made a point but I want her in my Kingdom. Her Father had assaulted our Pack and believed nothing good could come out of us. Having her daughter as my slave will make my Pack happy. I care so much for my Pack." King Emeric explained his reason.
Out of annoyance, King Jaxon threw a bunch of dollars on the table, followed it, was an adverse taunting words, "I'm buying her off with 1,000 dollars!"
King Gathrick disapproved, creasing his brows at the sight of the money, "Is that the amount she worth to you?"
"W...W...What... What... amount does... the mere slave worth...?" King Jaxon did not stammer his words through when King Emeric yanked another bunch of money on the table.
"That is 10,000 dollars! I'm taking her with with."
The table became the receiving end for their bet. As Eldric's one eye was on his sister the other was on the money lashing to the table. His stoic appearance couldn't give anyone the side he belonged.
Amid their chaotic bet, King Licius finalized their bet by calling in King Gathrick, "King Gathrick, I will buy her off with 50,000 dollars! Final?!"
In response, King Jaxon and Emeric both chorused spontaneously, "1,000,000 dollars!!"