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Chapter 43: Plain Jane

"Nice one." Witsel praises the green-haired prince.

"Yeah, thanks." Cahill smiles as he plop into his seat. "Thank god… well, the good gods, that he did not notice that I used the antidote plant to encircle him so that the poison didn't spread off the stage. If he ate it…"

"Good job." I hide my smile with my left hand naturally covering my mouth.

He stares at me blankly for a few breathes before replying with a smile.

"Of course."

The crowd beneath us seem to still be of mixed stand points. Some of the belief that the migrators are the true saviors while we are the vile ones. Most are neutral and swaying. The rest, albeit few, are on our side.

"Oof. That was… interesting! This is how games are supposed to be! Exciting. Five stars from me!" The MC comments cheerily. "Alrighty. On to the next round."

An arm blocks me just before I rise to my feet.