JJ laughed gently at the barrage of questions, her tone lightening the mood. "You do have a way of firing off questions, don't you? Well, first off, I truly hope your situation with Jade finds a peaceful resolution. In a life shadowed by conflict and sorrow, witnessing sothing positive would be refreshing."
Reflecting on the string Ty had given her, JJ acknowledged its significance. "I'm not sure I'm the right keeper for sothing so precious, but I respect your choice. It seems important to you, and I'll honor that."
She then shifted to address Ty's inquiries about the Arena of Life, her voice carrying a mix of anticipation and resignation. "As for the Arena, that's the million-gold question. ntors are slowly being assigned to everyone and once that's finished it will all be revealed and the world will begin betting and dates will be revealed.
On the matter of realms, JJ seed montarily lost in thought. "Realms, you say? Our conversations usually circle around the deities, particularly the Titan goddesses that are said to watch over us. But the idea of realms—while intriguing—feels more like a chapter from a fairy tale than our reality."
Ty's curiosity was evident as he lifted his head. "I see, and just how many people will be participating anyway?"
JJ, flipping through the pages of a book, replied, "It varies from year to year. This book outlines so of the initial competitions."
She pondered for a mont before adding, "If I had to estimate, the largest turnout was 68, and the smallest was 18, over the last decade or so."
Her explanation was abruptly interrupted by Goey's entrance. "Sorry, I have to cut this eting short. The national broadcast is about to start, and I suspect it's about the Arena of Life."
JJ's face fell into a pout. "I had a feeling it might be today. Well, I'll see what arrangents I can make to support you," she assured, though disappointnt tinged her voice.
Ty offered her a reassuring smile. "Don't go overboard on my account. I'd hate for you to face backlash for aiding . Rember, your well-being is paramount."
Reflecting on her recent struggles, JJ found a sliver of determination. "After everything, finding a aningful direction has been challenging. Aside from overseeing the family wealth, supporting you has brought so purpose to my life."
Goey cleared his throat gently, a sign of urgency in the air. "Please head to the waiting room if you wish to watch the broadcast, but you can't stay here, Lady Jedo. I hope you understand."
JJ, flustered by the interruption, quickly apologized. "Yes, sorry, I'll see myself out. Sha about the sandwiches, but I'll make it up to you."
Before Ty could offer any reassurance, Goey interjected. "It's okay, leave the sandwiches. I'll make sure he eats them."
Gratitude flashed across JJ's face as she bowed to the guard. "Well, until we et again, thank you, Demon Boy."
Ty, attempting to lighten the mood, corrected with a smile, "Just call Ty, okay?"
"Sure thing, Ty," JJ responded, her smile mirroring Ty's as she made her exit. Ty's eyes lingered on the pink ribbon entwined in her hair, a small gesture that spoke volus, eliciting a soft smile from him.
With JJ's departure, Goey turned practical. "Please wait here and enjoy your sandwich," he said, moving to switch on the TV. The screen flickered to life, displaying a standard standby ssage amidst snippets of news and other events.
As Ty unwrapped the sandwich JJ had prepared, thoughts swirled in his mind. "So, it's possible, and most likely, this is the Titan realm, one of the twelve," he mused, piecing together fragnts of their reality.
"I will just need to figure out a way to relay this ssage to the Demon King sohow," Ty thought to himself. "Funny how I'm being labeled this demon after being surrounded in the Demon Realm for so long.
"Though I'm sure many worlds have the label of Demon without any direct ties to the Demon Realm."
As Ty opened the wrapping around the sandwich, he got the sll of a rich at that almost reminded him of bacon. He also saw lettuce and tomato on it with an orange sauce laid on each bread.
Taking a bite from it had a strong crunch from the at that almost was the sa as a BLT he would get from the local sandwich shop next to work. He thought it was a little sweeter though, but still good.
Monts later, the TV flickered on as Goey was sitting in a chair off in the distance, scrolling through what Ty thought appeared to be a phone.
"Hey, you won't get in trouble for letting watch the broadcast or still being in here?"
"Don't worry about that. I am in charge of you, and seeing as you have caused no issues, you are fine; this is a prison for the worst people anyway, so no one really gets visitors, or most of the prisoners don't even get to use this cafeteria, honestly a waste of space."
Ty nodded. "If you say so as he cracked open the bottle she had and noticed it was so type of soda with a fizzle to it, It was hard to put a specific taste to it, though."
Monts later, the TV cut to a broadcast room with two red chairs and a man with a great white beard and an aged face. He had a golden monocule under his right eye, a white suit with gold linings around it, and a cane with a blue orb at the end in his lap.
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Ty noticed across from him was a lady in a red dress shimring with jewels, and Ty instantly thought to himself, 'I suppose not too much changes when it cos to people getting dolled up for TV.'
But to his shock, he saw another face there as the old man from his cell was wearing a rugged suit and his ssy beard now with a smile smirked as the Lady stated, "Good Evening Folks, it is with great pleasure to be broadcasting the announcent of this years "Arena of Life."
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