"You must be really enjoying yourself, Ezra."
Cyrus said it while staring daggers at Ezra, though the irritation in his voice was mixed with the helpless feeling of someone who had already accepted that he had no choice but to watch the others take the stage.
Ezra turned his eyes toward him.
"Next time, be in the group presenting."
He replied flatly.
Cyrus smiled.
However, the vein at the side of his forehead bulged slightly.
"You don't say."
He said, sounding as though Ezra had just given him the most useless advice possible.
"But our fight recording was actually good, though."
Maxwell said from where he sat on a bench near the side of the tent.
Outside, the noise of the auction continued without stopping. Guests moved in and out of the club booth, while more voices gathered around the displays that had already begun attracting attention.
"It was good, especially watching you beat the crap out of the Lord Yeti."
