A SECRET SUPPORTER
LANA
As those lovely words of justice rang in my ears, I couldn't help but break into a warm smile on my face.
It was the first time in my miserable life justice was served to those who had sworn to see to it that the rest of my life was ruined under the light of the sun.
I was aware Cerise was correct when she stated that I was responsible for the death of the veteran gladiator; however, I was not responsible for the death of Jenna.
I was aware that the old gladiator would not pose much of a challenge to me, but Jenna was a difficult case, and if there were to be a war between us and the hill countries of Nevea as they predicted, it was imperative that it be fought for Jenna's sake and not for the sake of the old gladiator, whose head I had severed. Jenna was a serious matter.
When I turned to face the camp where my adversaries were, I found Cerise gazing at me in awe. It's possible that she had never been placed in isolation for spreading rumors.