"Even if killing each other prematurely doesn't give points… even with the risks, are we allowed to team up? Just temporary alliances, at least?"
Then, a cute-looking girl wielding twin daggers timidly raised her hand. Her voice trembled a little as she asked. "Sir… isn't one thousand points… um, too much?"
More questions followed after those three, but they were little more than repetitions of the first three; fear and uncertainty were simply echoing from different voices.
Bale listened without the slightest change in his emotion. His expression remained stoic, carved from stone, as though he were addressing a crowd of children instead of recruits about to enter a deadly trial.
It was hard to believe this was the same man who had accepted a bribe moments ago. But Bale didn't care. He had his reasons, and he had his orders.
He began pacing slowly as he spoke, his boots crunching softly against the simulated soil.
