Everyone seemed to fall silent, perhaps stunned by hearing so much in such a short time. I myself was still uncertain about my initial bet, but to my surprise, that guess turned out to be correct. I then mustered the courage to look at Velvet, who stood across from me. She herself appeared worried—and perhaps a bit relieved. No way we want to be turned into maids in this game.
Living reluctantly, dying unwillingly.
Dying—in the sense of being turned into sex slaves. Living—in the sense of successfully passing through a trap disguised as an experimental trial before the game begins. Oh, how poetic I am right now... I thought, not believing that such deep and poetic words flowed so easily in my mind. But honestly... at this moment, I don't know what will truly happen. However, it's possible that this first round has its own theme.
And just as I murmured that, FullMetal then typed something, as if confirming what I said.
