Scylla was enjoying herself as she watched in silence.
This entire exchange was proving to be a lot more entertaining than she expected.
'It's making me so hungry…' She licked her lips as she watched Fenrir's wild grin.
'Looks like he's very confident. I suppose I was concerned for nothing, after all.'
Scylla wasn't a fighter, so she knew nothing about sensing the abilities of her opponents.
She only knew one thing about this entire exchange.
'Fenrir will win!'
"Ahh… I see what the issue is." The voice of the man in the mask suddenly filled the room.
He itched the back of his head a little, almost as if he was an incorrigible klutz.
"It seems [Grand Concealment] was still active. My bad…"
His whispers were barely audible, but Scylla caught on to those words.
'[Grand Concealment]? What's that?'
"Pfft! There's no need to keep up your bluff!" Fenrir yelled out, flinging his chair away as he stepped away from the table.
