91 Concern For The Candidate

A woman with long red hair stared at a digital screen.

Sigh-

"Looks like it went well after all..."

On that screen, a collapsing Monster could be seen.

"Well might be an overstatement..."

Bloody, the Monster had numerous wounds all over its body. Its white scales could barely be seen through the heaps of blood leaving its wounds.

"Well fought? Hm. Not really. But that's what you get when you're this thrilled about competing against an opponent. Happened too many times already..." Draconia whispered.

She gently placed her palms on the desk she was seated in front of.

"We placed you inside that Dungeon for one reason. To fight. We wanted you to fight. To think about fighting, and nothing else. So that you would strive for strength. Leaving you surrounded by nothing but enemies. Still, this is..."

Nia raised her hands slightly, put her left over her right, and lowered them on the desk once more.