Arad was sitting back inside the VIP room, looking down at the arena where the commentator and the referee were now declaring the ranking of all archers from the lowest to the highest.
Aella stood in the kitchen, digging through it with Tina, looking for a snack. The contest had made her hungry, and sadly, the half-angels barely had anything that she could eat inside this pitiful kitchen of theirs.
The maids behind him were already sitting around a large table, counting the pile of gold they earned from betting on Arad and Aella. They earned a lot, enough for them to retire and live a luxurious life for the remainder of their time in this world.
But, none of the maids wanted to retire now. They all instead threw lustful glances at Arad, imagining how much money they would make just being around him.
