Villain Ch 1709. Bloodsport
The hallway to the Goldborne estate's gaming room was long, polished, and eerily quiet—like a temple made for private bloodsport. White marble floors. Abstract black-gold walls with motion-activated lighting that shimmered softly with every step they took.
Neither of them said much.
Allen walked on the left. Azura slightly behind on the right, her steps quiet, but deliberate. She didn't glance at him, but he could feel the tension on her like static in the air—coiled, searching, ready to unravel something. He wasn't sure if she even knew what exactly she wanted. But the feeling was familiar.
She'd shown up at his door, smiled over tea, and challenged him to a duel.
That wasn't normal cousin behavior.
Allen slipped a hand into his pocket and quietly fished out his phone.
He tapped out the message with quick fingers.
Allen: I need to use the duel simulation. Azura demands a duel with me. Seems like she knew the Emperor is me. Is it okay if she knew?
