Up in the stands—
Luka leaned forward slightly, fingers resting on his chin.
His expression was unreadable—somewhere between confusion and suspicion.
He had seen the notification flash across his interface not long ago.
The main character had lost a lot of Fate.
And yet, Luka hadn't seen the moment it happened.
Nearly every recorder had been destroyed during the fight.
No replay, no data feed, no explanation.
Still… what bothered him wasn't the broken recorders.
It was how the main character had beaten Charlotte.
Luka narrowed his eyes.
'How in the living hell did he defeat the Second Princess? She should've outclassed him in every stat. Unless…'
A chilling thought crossed his mind.
'Is the game-like world… forcing him to win? Forcing the plot?'
The implication unsettled him.
"Um… Luka?" Elysia's soft voice appeared.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Luka turned toward the girl beside him.
"Yes, Saintess?" he asked gently, noting the subtle frown on her face.
