The Moon Colosseum (Part 5)

Step. Step. Step.

Everyone headed after Gladius, unlike him who felt like a fish in water, not everyone was comfortable being in such a place.

Nelya felt it especially strongly, even for Silvana such a thing was within the realm of acceptable. After all, she was an Operator who saw many bloody battles albeit through a screen, while Nelya was a mere human.

"What is this creepy place...? It looks like an altar of bloody sectarians rather than the residence of a great family..." Nelya gulped, slightly shuddering in fear with every step.

Tap.

Franz approached her, stroking her shoulder with a reassuring smile.

"Well, this is quite different from the residences that belong to our family, but... considering it's the ninth wing and who this family is, it all falls into place. I mean, you shouldn't expect anything less from them." Franz waved his hand nonchalantly.