Silas looked at her through the mirror as a small smirk curled up on his lips. "Well, I'm here to participate in the tournament."
He pointed towards the wall on his right, on which a huge poster regarding the details of the tournament was.
The lady gave a small smirk as she stood up from her desk, looking at Silas right in his eyes as her voice came firm. "Well, the miracle rookie now wants to win the tourney too?"
Silas looked at her as he brushed his hair with his right hand slightly. His voice came deep. "When the opportunity to win the money and fame is right ahead of me, why should I not accept it, huh?"
Her gaze fell onto Ragnar, who was sitting on the head of Silas. A small smirk was tucked on her lips. "And who's this little cutie with you? I wasn't able to see him before because this cutie was getting blocked because of the mirror."
She extended her hand forward as she tried to touch Ragnar, but it growled when her hand was just a few inches away from its head.
