The darkness that had enveloped the arena began to fade, absorbed back into Farrel's shadow.
Everyone was stunned and started looking at Farrel as if he were a villain, a threat capable of destroying protectors or powers gifted by the gods.
"Ahhh, I must have caused trouble again, right?"
Farrel looked at Rebecca, who was covered in blood, and began to worry that her attitude might change again.
"Damn, why is your clothes covered in blood?"
He knelt down and started wiping the blood off Rebecca's clothes. She just looked at him and laughed.
"It's nothing. It's just one of my powers."
She lifted Farrel, who was still kneeling and cleaning her clothes.
The fight had already ended, and the result was a draw.
"Shitt!! My money... it's gone. I will never bet again."
"Haha, it's okay. We can earn it back later. We still have half of it left, which is enough," Rebecca tried to comfort him.
Farrel accepted the fact that there was nothing he could do.
"If that's the case, should we leave now? I'm getting hungry and want to settle into our new house."
She agreed with Farrel, and they stuck together.
But Farrel's anger toward Sam still lingered. He had cheated by using the power of the gods, not his own strength.
"Rebecca, can you stand beside me?"
Rebecca stood next to Farrel, and without warning, Farrel's hand reached over her shoulder and slipped into her clothes, groping her breasts in front of everyone.
"Hey, Sam, do you like watching this?"
He squeezed harder, unintentionally making Rebecca let out a sound that stirred the hearts of all the men watching.
"Stopp... Farrel, I'm shy. People are looking at us like this."
"Oops..."
Sam's eyes were filled with anger and turned red. But Farrel's other hand emerged, giving him the middle finger.
"Bye, Dickhead."
They walked away from the arena.
Meanwhile, at the top of the arena...
"What a disgusting man. I will kill that man later," the princess muttered.
The princess and the minister left the arena.
The high knight waited for the queen to move, but she remained seated.
"Queen, we should go now. We have a lot of work to do. We need to return to the castle."
But the queen's reaction was a bit unsettling. Her eyes showed a hint of lust, and she kept staring at Farrel.
The knight tried to snap the queen out of it by placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Queen, enough. Let's go, or people will see your other side. Please maintain your dignity."
The queen stood up from her seat, and they left. However, the back of her bottom and the chair she had been sitting on were left with a damp mark, as if wet from water.
"Master, you can remove your hand from my breast now. I think it's been long enough," Rebecca said, jiggling slightly.
"Oops, sorry. Rebecca's body was too hot, and it left sweat on my hand."
She took out a handkerchief, wiped his hand, and put it back in her pocket.
The carriage to take them to their new house had arrived. They boarded and sat facing each other as the carriage began to move.
Through the window, they could see everyone heading home, disappointed, while giving Farrel sidelong glances from the carriage.
"Whatt?? I also lost the bet, you fuckers!!" Farrel shouted back at them.
Rebecca shook her head, watching her master's antics.
Not long after, they arrived at their new house. They got out of the carriage, and Quira was already waiting for them in front of the house.
She opened the door, revealing the elegant interior of a bungalow. The ground floor had a kitchen and a servant's room.
As soon as they entered, there was a stone staircase leading upstairs. The wall facing the staircase had a large empty frame, and the sides of the stairs were adorned with flowers—it was beautiful.
Quira showed them the master bedroom. It was spacious, with an attached bathroom, a desk, chairs, and shelves at the back, creating a workspace. The room had a light concept with white walls.
But Farrel didn't care about the house tour. He went straight to the bed and lay down.
"Ahhh, finally, some rest."
Rebecca gave a hint that she would tidy up the master bedroom. Quira understood and left the room.
"Master, please take off your clothes first and change into something more comfortable."
Farrel still kept his eyes closed, too lazy to change his clothes.
Rebecca lifted Farrel, who was lying down, and sat him up. She opened his shirt and pants, then laid him back down.
Now, only his underwear remained. She felt a bit shy, but as a maid, she needed to stay professional. She slowly removed his underwear, and something came out—his dick.
She kept staring at it and swallowed hard, *glurp*. It was the first time she had seen his dick that just a few inches from her face. Her dignity couldn't fight her lust anymore.
She tried to touch it, but suddenly, a shadow enveloped Farrel. It detected a threat because lust was also a kind of danger to its owner.
Rebecca shook her head and apologized to the shadow, which then disappeared from his body. She took one of his underwear and pants from his bag and dressed Farrel.
" What a power you have there, Master... I'm a bit jealous of your shadow. I didn't know it was alive. Where did you get that power from, Master?"
But Farrel didn't answer because he was asleep. She looked at him for a moment longer and then left the room to prepare some food.