I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 332 [Event] [Dolphian Kingdom Under Ruins] [18] Disa

"Call for the healers!" Jas' voice reverberated across the chaotic aftermath of the battle.

Among the injured lay two figures, Leire and Adrian, their conditions dire.

"Who are they?" Jas asked, concern etched into his features.

"They're both stable, but Adrian Dolphis has sustained severe injuries, including multiple fractures," ca the response.

"I understand. See to their care," Jas instructed.

Surveying the scene around him, Jas took in the devastation that surrounded them.

In all his years of teaching, he had never witnessed an examination match of such intensity and danger. Despite nurous monts where intervention seed imminent, he had ultimately refrained, grateful that no lives had been lost.

But despite the absence of fatalities...

"He really pushed himself," Jas mused silently, his gaze settling on Amael, who stood in conversation with Alicia and Martin.

His daughter, Alicia, appeared outwardly composed as always, but Jas, as her father, could discern the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders.

Amael had erged victorious, ensuring the dissolution of the engagent that had caused his daughter considerable anguish.

"Mr. Amael," a healer approached, turning his attention to Amael's injuries.

Amael nodded, allowing the healer to examine him. 'He truly proved his strength,' Amael admitted inwardly, acknowledging Adrian's strength. The last ti he had faced such strong opposition was during his encounter with Brandon Delavoic, nearly five months prior.

Though he had hoped to retain Trinity Nihil, Adrian's utilization of a Goddess' blessing left Amael with no recourse but to yield.

In the end, there had been no choice but to relent.

'As expected of a Pretender of the Second Ga.'

"How about you?" Amael asked of Alicia as they both underwent treatnt from the healer, who winced at the sight of Amael's extensive injuries.

"I don't require healing," Alicia responded simply.

"Ah, yes, the perks of being a vampire," Amael remarked with a touch of envy, acknowledging their remarkable regenerative abilities. "Well, let's hope you'll be ready for the Third Round."

Alicia regarded him with an odd expression. "Those should be my words."

Amael shrugged. "I've endured worse. I'll manage."

As Alicia's gaze inadvertently wandered to Amael's bandaged, yet impressively sculpted abs, she couldn't help but notice the network of scars that adorned his torso.

"So many scars..." her thoughts trailed off, montarily captivated by the juxtaposition of ruggedness and refinent of his abs.

Caught in her observation, Alicia quickly averted her gaze.

"Junior, don't you have sothing to say?" Amael's voice interrupted her reverie.

"I…I was just seeing the scars…" Alicia justified herself quickly.

"Seeing what?" Amael asked not understanding.

Alicia looked at him, montarily puzzled before comprehension dawned. It was her misunderstanding. "Thank you, Senior," she responded, her tone sowhat reserved.

Amael grimaced at her response. "That's rather cold."

Confusion clouded Alicia's features. "What do you an?"

Amael leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about a smile and a blush, accompanied by a heartfelt 'Thank you, Senior Amael'?" he suggested, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Alicia stared at him, speechless for a mont. "I think I'll take my leave," she finally uttered, feeling the need to escape the teasing banter.

Amael sighed and looked in the tribunes.

'He left huh…'

He thought as Cyril wasn't there anymore.

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'I was fairly confident she would loosen up. My mistake.'

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'I recall you blushing over far less, though.'

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'Every ti you catch undressing or bathing out of nowhere.'

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'I can sense it, Cleenah. No need to deny it.'

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'A thousand-year-old maiden, you an?'

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