The mont the voice flagged the start of the event, the empty space between Dyon and Aritzia completely changed. What appeared was a large crystalline cube cut into segnts that made it look like a massive completed puzzle. Due to its appearance, even after Aritzia entered, she could be clearly seen from the outside.
Although the ga rules couldn't be shared among individuals, everyone knew that whoever reached the top of the cube first would be the winner!
'There's no fog?' When Dyon realized this, he couldn't help but laugh to himself. He suddenly realized that the ga he played in the Elvin Tombs, despite years of degeneration, was actually far more complex than this ga.
The fog in the Elvin Tomb had the purpose of making it difficult to understand which direction you were going. It was infused with an array that made up, down, and left, right. In addition, it could read your intentions, so it wasn't as simple to ignore as going in the opposite direction you intended.
However, it was clear to Dyon now that this twist in the ga was far above the complexity of what this tower believed its saints should be capable of.
What did this an? It ant 15-year-old Dyon, with a re Essence Level Soul, was already capable of more than what the tower expected from this collection of geniuses. Such a matter really put things into perspective.
'Aritzia… Oh, Aritzia. Today's going to be a very embarrassing day for you. It might have been a challenge if the fog was implented into this version of the ga without my divine sense… But, since it isn't, your only option is to lose.'
Dyon leisurely walked forward. At that mont, Aritzia had already completed 10% of the cube and was diligently working her way to the top. Her beautiful figure had srized the crowd so much that no one even realized Dyon hadn't moved.
Complex golden gears flashed in Dyon's eyes as he stepped into the cube.
"WINNER: JAWS ACACIA."
Aritzia was frozen in shock. The mont she lost her focus, she was imdiately teleported back to the start of the ga. Clearly, she had taken a wrong step.
She looked upward to find Dyon's casual figure standing atop the crystalline cube as though it was the most natural thing in the world. It was only now she realized that Dyon never really considered her an opponent to begin with.
Although Dyon underestimated the administrator that controlled this gaming center, Aritzia didn't because she was much more inford. She knew well that had Dyon broken the contract of their ga and used his divine sense, it would have counted as an automatic loss for him. The fact he was nad the winner ant he really hadn't…
'Could I complete this ga of Dinsions so quickly even with the help of my crystal frad glasses?...' A shudder overtook Aritzia's delicate fra. She knew the answer was no.
The crystalline cube shimred out of existence, allowing Dyon to float down. Though his face was covered by a mask, Aritzia could almost feel the sly smirk on his dishonest face. Sohow, that cockiness made her heart flutter.
It wasn't as though Aritzia never ca across n who were wholly confident in themselves. Despite her elder brother Primus' deanor, she knew he was a greatly prideful person… The kind of individual who could put their pride down in one breath, but surge upward to beco a formidable opponent in the next. In fact, there was her husband candidate, Emytheus as well. Didn't he claim that he would one day bring the Sapientia Clan down to its knees?I think you should take a look at
But, neither of these two n were ever truly taken seriously by Aritzia because she never believed that she would lose to them. However, Dyon's confident aura ca off the wings of an absolute crushing victory. The striking difference hit Aritzia differently.
Ti flowed, she was in such a daze that she couldn't even rember how she got from the ga center to her office. Sohow, she was right back where they started. Her in a chair, and Dyon sitting upon her desk, his finger still lifting up her chin.
The last ti he lifted her chin like this, she flared up and accepted his challenge, slapping his hand away. But, this ti, she just stared up at his mask. With the distortion it provided, she couldn't even truly see his eyes… It was a feeling that made her incredibly uncomfortable.
"Can I… See your face?" Aritzia herself didn't even know why she had asked such a shaless question.
"Tsk, tsk." Dyon smiled lightly, his thumb absentmindedly slightly grazing Aritzia's soft bottom lip. "Don't you rember the contents of our bet?"
Aritzia blushed and pulled back. That was right, she would only be allowed to see Dyon's face if she won the bet.
Originally, she had planned to use her glasses. Even if Dyon was in disguise, she could use them to see through it. But, now that chance was gone.
Aritzia gathered herself and sighed. "Alright. What is it that you want to do?"
"Nothing too complex. Like I said, I want to knock a certain True God Sacharro down a peg…"
Aritzia had been planning on trying to weasel her way out of having to promise to marry into Dyon's Clan, but who would have known he would pretend like that was never the content of the bet?
That was right. Originally, Dyon would have to show her his face if he lost. But, if Aritzia lost, in her anger, she directly agreed to marry Dyon. The bet's contents would be quite the scandalous affair if it was ever made public.
Sohow, Aritzia felt disappointed that Dyon didn't try to take advantage of her careless words. But, at the sa ti, she sighed in relief.
'I'm being played.' Aritzia thought to herself. 'He's been leading by the nose from the very beginning, and he's even gotten such a good grasp of my personality. To think that my, Aritzia Sapientia's, heart would be swayed so easily… Alexandria is quite a lucky woman… Or maybe not.'
Aritzia was a highly intelligent woman. But, what many didn't know was that she wasn't even 30 years old yet. That's right, when Dyon first t her, she wasn't even 20 years old yet.
How did such a young woman beco an Empress so early?
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