Chapter 7. Into the Blood Claws Pack

Right after Diana was freed from the awarding ceremony of the Tribute Ceremony, she heard the voices of her mother and father from her right side. In between them, there was a horde of spectators from the Tribute Ceremony. She could have squeezed herself to meet them halfway, instead, Diana took this opportunity to walk away from them—it was as if she did not hear them in the first place.

The heavy downpour of rain began, soaking her black shirt and white shorts. Yet her muddy shoes did not falter, for her strides were predetermined already.

 ‘As expected, like what happened in my last life, the killing spree was not a big deal in a Tribute Ceremony. In fact, it is quite normal. For this generation who enjoyed peace more than the turbulent times, it is quite a big deal for the younger folks. But for the older ones? No rule has been breached.’ Diana thought.

A warm yet abrupt hug pulled Diana from her trance. “!!!”

“Diana! Oh, goddess! Diana Ritchell!” cried the