Anastasia Archus narrowed her brows with an amused expression.
So what if she was going to be locked in her house?
Did that really matter when she could cry out a few times, and her family would give in like always?
This time- she was here for a specific purpose. The Divine Emperor of Death wanted her to be present for the negotiation during the hostage exchange, but her current mission from her family was to stop Azariel from winning the competition at the end.
So what if she lost?
Her grandfather was well aware that even a loss was within expectations. They only needed to see one thing. Her true purpose lay elsewhere.
She remained silent for a few seconds, moving her gaze elsewhere to the distance where another participant was spying on them while hiding for his life, not moving, not daring to let out a breath.
"No need. Let the hidden ones stay hidden. As long as they make no sound, I will not find fault with them."
