Volume 5 Chapter 40 ACT.171 Aisha Seven (I)
When the bright sunlight fell beyond the horizon, Alfonso came to Rize.
"The Master called for you."
Normally, she shouldn't be wandering outside like this, but if it's a request from her sponsor, it seems to be different.
Other female gladiators whispered and gossiped about the summons, which annoyed Rize a bit, but she managed to swallow her anger and headed to the guest room borrowed by Belta with Alfonso, who looked unhappy being used as a messenger.
The moment she saw the luxury of the guest room and Belta lounging on the couch, Rize felt a slight irritation but held it back.
And then.
"So, that's what happened."
"No, no, wait!?"
Belta smiled as he recounted the events from yesterday to today, while Rize was left speechless by the number and seriousness of the events.
She never thought things had progressed so far without her involvement, and she frowned, looking serious.
"Am I the least useful one right now?"
Right after arriving, she was made into a gladiator, forced to fight in an embarrassing outfit, and it would be a lie to say she didn't feel it was unfair.
However, aside from that, she was getting full support with training, enough food, and rest.
She realized now that her contribution to completing the mission was definitely the lowest among the 3.
"Was there really a need for me to be a gladiator?"
"Huh?"
At Rize's words, Alfonso also let out a confused "Huh?"
Once they noticed, the usefulness of Rize's position seemed to waver.
The two cast suspicious glances at Belta.
In response, he kept his usual smile and answered, unfazed by their doubtful looks.
"No, you are essential. There are people we can't easily contact without a female gladiator."
"Really?"
Rize let out a silly sound, surprised by the unexpected answer.
With Belta as the voter and Alfonso as his aide, they could easily contact most people.
It was the people who couldn't be approached unless they had the very specific title of "female swordsman" that were mysterious.
Before she could tilt her cute little neck to ponder and lead to the answer, Alfonso would blunder his way there, clueless about the atmosphere.
"Aisha Seven!"
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