"Diesel is in danger."
In the stands, Ramollok narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly.
"In danger?"
Jiawen frowned, diverting her gaze from the main formation of the Holy Spear Knight Academy, which had already begun charging. She turned to the 'authoritative figure' beside her and curiously asked, "Did the Diesel Family make some kind of mistake?"
Ramollok chuckled wryly and shook his head, "No, I don't think they've made any mistakes. In fact, even if I were in charge of the Diser Delegation myself, I couldn't have done better. But... this doesn't conflict with them being forced into a dead end."
"Is that so? I thought you were quite optimistic about Diesel's side."
Jiawen shrugged, swinging her slender legs, and laughed lightly, "After all, you just told me how brilliant their past arrangements were."
"That wasn't about 'optimism.' I simply admire them, that's all."
