The two men soon moved on after exchanging their pointless banter.
As they drew closer to the stadium, the noise surrounding them grew so intense it was as though they had stepped into another world.
“It does seem to be working out according to the plan of drawing everyone’s attention here, but…”
Baek Dohyun muttered as he looked toward the stadium, where the excitement was surging violently.
“Jio… is being hated an awful lot, isn’t she?”
Was this really all right?
In truth, it was like a frightened dog barking louder—the audience had entered a state of They say she isn’t the Magician King, so why am I still this nervous? and were screaming even more frantically in an attempt to overcome their anxiety….
But Baek Dohyun, who had only been getting intermittent updates on what was happening in the stadium because he had been making reconnaissance rounds with Jin Gyeoul, found the sight deeply uncomfortable.
“It looked like the situation was turning around when everything veered hard toward revenge for Sochi, but somehow her reputation seems to be getting worse and worse… Should we go over there?”
“And what would you do once you got there? Swing your sword…