He has always been stubborn, and others cannot easily change what he has decided.
Not to mention that Leinna who spoke was of low strength and had no status in the team, so Leiden would not take it to heart.
He didn't even pay attention to Leina and ignored her words.
That look of insistence on going her own way made Leina feel even worse.
This is probably the only disadvantage of hiding one's strength.
She took a deep breath, shifted her focus, and looked at Fiona.
To be honest, she had seen Layton's deep nostrils many times. Although Leina considered herself a relatively generous person, she had to admit that she was obsessed with leaving the exorcist. It's hard to say how big a role Leiden played in this.
Anyway, it must have something to do with him.
After receiving Leinna's signal, Fiona clenched her fists and pressed down Layton, who was about to force her teammates to play.
"Admit defeat."
She stretched out her other hand, making a surrender gesture, and said simply to the referee.
The referee obviously didn't find this decision surprising. He glanced at Layton, who did not refute Fiona even though he was dissatisfied. He nodded and announced the result of the competition.
It was only then that the audience realized what had just happened.
Instantly, it caused an uproar.
Some viewers whispered to each other and asked, "Do you understand what just happened?"
"No……"
"It seems that it was dark around the venue, and then... the stars fell down?"
Thinking about that shocking scene, many viewers still can't believe it.
"It's not an illusion, is it?"
This guess was outrageous, and the people around him immediately retorted:
"Have you seen any illusions that can blast the floor tiles like that?"
"Too……"
"Stop talking, I almost have a shadow on the stars..."
"Originally, after the last beast wave, I was a little worried about rainy days. Today I came to watch the competition. I thought that I would be able to cure it after I got used to big scenes. Now I feel that I am almost worried about living..."
…
The venue suddenly became noisy.
The lively atmosphere brought Timothy's consciousness back to reality. He exhaled and felt a sense of shock.
This person can really surprise others all the time.
…and the desire to spend money.
Looking at the mess below, Timothy coveted the power of the Fallen Star Hair Demon. He suddenly felt more and more itchy about Dean establishing the Origin Guild and opening up the exchange system.
But last time he wanted to ask, is it some weird ritual to turn your hair green to become stronger?
Why does this step happen every time?
Or green...what's the special secret?
Holding his chin, Timothy fell into thought.
Amidst the lively discussion, the presence of the exorcist and his team seemed out of place.
It was as if he had been rejected by the world for an instant.
Layton was tired of this sense of gap. He watched the referee's figure gradually walking away, and his hand holding the sword hilt tightened little by little.
"We haven't lost yet."
Leiden pushed Fiona's hand holding the identity seal away and said coldly.
Fiona was too lazy to reason with this teammate who couldn't see the reality at all. She just spread her identity seals and scolded him.
"Shut up! Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
Leiden's lips moved slightly and he swallowed back the words "It's not me who loses."
His intuition told him that saying this sentence might indeed be able to refute Fiona, but the consequences would probably be something he couldn't bear.
It's better to endure it.
Without the leadership of Thorny-headed Layton, others would not be able to resist Fiona's orders.
They walked silently towards the passage from which they came, and under Fiona's command, they quietly exited. Their movements did not even attract the attention of many people.
Most people only saw Dean standing on the edge of the field, as if he had never done anything.
this is the truth.
The winner gets all the glory and applause, while the loser leaves the field miserably.
It's never changed.
After watching this short competition, there was silence in the lounge.
Most people have mixed feelings.
From the perspective of achieving their goals, they did see what they wanted to see, but to be fair, after seeing the result, many people would rather wish that they had not seen it.
"That man..."
Someone spoke with a solemn expression, wanting to comment, but when his eyes touched Sigrid, he quickly retracted.
The words on his lips were swallowed back.
But Faxisuo didn't have so many scruples. He was not the type who was particularly good at judging the situation. After seeing someone start something, he instantly became energetic.
"I don't think there's anything particularly praiseworthy. It looks neat, but it consumes so much. If the exorcist's defense is stronger and he can withstand it, how many more times can he come back?"
"I'm afraid I'll fall down after a few times."
"I think it's just luck. I got a one-on-one match. If it were a multi-player match, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the result it is now."
After delivering a lot of eloquent remarks, Fasciso sat back in his seat and used his eyes to seek recognition from the people around him.
"I don't agree with what President Faxisuo said. Do you really think that the [Carousel of Destiny] is all distributed by luck?"
Someone stood up and sang along with Faciso, seemingly tit for tat, but they all pointed the finger at Sigrid, who seemed to be doing nothing.
Feeling that the preparation was almost complete, Faciso turned his head pretending to be unconvinced and asked in a loud voice.
"Your Highness, is this true?"
There is quite a feeling of "the picture is poor and the dagger cannot be seen".
"It's really not all about luck."
However, what he didn't expect was that Sigrid would admit it frankly when faced with his questioning.
She had an expression on her face that said, "I'm just doing a little trick." She didn't cover it up at all, but it actually choked Fasiso.
How should I answer this?
He opened his mouth, but his mind went blank.
Faciso didn't speak, so the initiative in the conversation naturally fell into Sigrid's hands.
She stood up and said matter-of-factly: "President Faxisuo is not too young. It's time to try to understand the rules of adults."
"When has there ever been true fairness in this world? I was born a princess, how about you?"
The light ending almost shattered all Faxiso's restraint. He had a blue face and his chest heaved violently, as if someone had stabbed the most secret corner of his heart with a sword, even the most basic things. Etiquette and grace could no longer be maintained.
But Sigrid, the one who caused all this, still had the aristocratic smile he hated most on her lips, as if she didn't realize what she said, and said something meaningful.
"So you see, 'fate' doesn't have to be fair, right?"
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