The FANGIRL paused.
"This bitch… ಠ_ಠ."
But then, when the words on the wheel had barely finished glowing when—
"Wait."
Si Hon suddenly pulled himself free!
Not violently, not dramatically, but fast enough that both Seong's arm around his waist and Aeloria clinging to his arm loosened at the same time. He stepped forward slightly, staring up at the giant wheel with narrowed eyes like his brain had finally caught up to the situation several minutes late.
"Wait!" he repeated louder this time, pointing upward. "What do you mean Attend an Endless Masquerade? That's not even in the list!"
The arena paused.
Aeloria blinked.
Seong's eyes shifted upward slowly.
Even the fangirls stopped emotionally dying for a second.
Then Si Hon pointed harder, like accuracy increased through aggression.
"Yes! Exactly! There were only five scenarios listed earlier! There's nothing called Endless Masquerade there!"
A beat passed.
And then—
Like dominoes finally tipping over—
