Airs of Destiny: Don’t Have To

"Uh... Zamonte doubles down! Lavender takes the victory!"

The commentator, along with the audience and Cemal, fell into stunned silence at the sudden turn of events. However, a few seconds later, cheers erupted throughout the stadium.

"Well, it seems I've lost. But I haven't given up just yet. I'll never give up on asking for your number."

Cemal swiftly retrieved his Reiki crystal and examined it for any signs of damage. Relieved to find it unharmed, he hurriedly returned it to its box.

"By the way, that hair clip looks surprisingly similar to mine. Don't tell me..."

Ravyn also noticed the resemblance between her own hair clip and the one Cemal had.

...That's it. A hunch from my decade of experience with girls is telling me. You and An probably share...

Cemal's excitement surged as if his heart had skipped a beat.

"You also visit Themeise's flea markets?"

Ravyn's response drained the color from his face.

"Flea market?"