Clap! Clap!
Aiven clapped his hands in satisfaction, beckoning to Stephanie, who still seemed to be in a dreamlike state.
"Looks like we won't be exposed tonight, let's go. Back to the Grand Arena, and figure out a way to get Mr. Jelos and Ram out too."
Looking at the luxurious manor lit up brightly even in the deep of night, just separated by a wall, Stephanie touched her neck, now free from the restraining collar. She still felt a chill in her heart, unable to keep up with Aiven's miraculous methods.
She hesitated for a moment:
"Is there going to be a problem doing this?"
Aiven waved his hand, full of confidence in his craftsmanship:
"What problem could there be? As long as it stays unconscious, doesn't open its mouth to speak, no one will notice the swap. Didn't they say that His Majesty Ariane plays so extravagantly that female slaves couldn't possibly see the sunrise of the next day?
