"Man, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body."
I couldn't help but mumble under my breath as I stared at the colosseum and the number of participants gathered here.
"It is as expected. After all, it's the greatest event of the North."
Alice, who was standing beside me, nodded her head in satisfaction after witnessing my expression.
I glanced at her and couldn't help but chuckle.
After the Bjron incident, Alice Draken was back to her usual poker-faced, icy persona.
But after a few days, she began to let go of her failure to capture Bjron… bit by bit.
And after that, she was back to her normal mood.
It wasn't anything grand or obvious—just small things.
Like how her gaze lingered a little longer when I spoke, or how she'd respond with a faint smile when I cracked a joke, even if it was a bad one. She didn't outright laugh, of course. That'd probably take a miracle. But the ice was melting.
"Still, it's overwhelming," I muttered, scanning the crowd.
