The scene was deathly silent.
Eleven froze for a moment. He was about to sneer, but then he recalled everything that had happened. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he whipped his head around to stare intently at Chu Bamboo, his gaze turning sharp.
"When did you figure it out?" Chu Bamboo asked, looking at the Fifth Apostle.
"Hmph." Fifth's tone was flat. "I was a bit suspicious when you came in... As I recall, none of Eleven's subordinates possess Divine Techniques related to luck."
"I see." Chu Bamboo nodded. 'Too clever for my own good.' So, if he hadn't meddled with luck, he might have actually fooled them?
"You!" Eleven glared coldly at Chu Bamboo, but just as he was about to speak, Fifth stopped him. "What are you waiting for? Go and open the gate to the forbidden area!"
"...Huh?" Eleven froze, his brow gradually furrowing. Then, as if he had figured it all out, his eyes lit up and his face filled with ecstasy.
