A smirk tugged at my lips as the quest window remained displayed.
'This system really knows what I want,' I thought, a dark sense of satisfaction and anticipation coursing through me. Without a second thought, my mind selected 'y'.
The window vanished, replaced by the feeling of a newly activated mission.
I shifted my gaze from Isabel, looking toward the commotion in the distance. For a moment, I saw several participants—from small coalitions and the three major surviving academies alike—turn their faces toward us. Their eyes fell upon Yukie sitting calmly on the throne, then shifted to us standing guard.
Their expressions were a jumble: awe, fear, envy, and resignation. It was obvious, from our cold demeanor and the distance we kept from each other, they could read that our team lacked true cohesion.
