138 THEY HATE THEIR NOSTALGIC BOYBAND REUNION

THEY HATE THEIR NOSTALGIC BOYBAND REUNION

I'm lucky that Gate Guardians out here are preoccupied on each of their own battles. I went on full stealth mode and safely managed to regroup with Kristoff after five minutes of wandering carelessly on this labyrinth battlefield. The orange-haired gangster Drex and the suicidal emo Benedict are already with him, so I think everything is going smoothly on our team… except for one aspect.

"Ey, Tiara! Where's that whacko brown-haired maid?" Drex asked.

"...Ummm… Uhhh…." I held my chest. I'm formulating for some nice words in my brain, but I think I'm getting blacked out. "I have eliminated her" reasoning won't gonna cut it!

"You eliminated her…" Kristoff said.

"E-Eh!?" I shrieked. Then I shyly bumped the tip of my pointing finger to each other several times as I bowed. "U-Ummm yeah… I-I'm sorry…"