“Judith.”


  “Right. It is Judith.”


  Judith answered in a confident voice.

  The tone was higher than usual, and the reaction was bigger too.

  Irene immediately realized the reason. Recently, she was more sensitive, and she smelled different.

  “Did you drink?”


  “Yes. I did. Not a lot, but this much?”


  Judith narrowed her eyes and then showed a gap between her thumb and forefinger.

  It was meant to show Irene that she barely drank anything, but Irene thought differently.

  With a grin, he approached and forced her fingers apart.

  “Nice.”


  He was in a good state, both physically and mentally.

  Smiling, he nodded to himself and prepared to head to the arena.

  Ilya Lindsay vs. Irene Pareira.

  The match everyone was looking forward to was about to start.