Chapter 89

“Oh, Dee!” Frodo called rudely to whoever turned me around.

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped when I saw who’s Dee. Is he Dee? My opponent a while ago? Fuck…

He stared intently at me while holding a cold compress on his forehead. Why did he have that forehead? Don’t tell me he didn’t use a fucking helmet?!

“So you’re the Lioness, huh?” He asked sarcastically and winced slightly as he pressed the cold compress to his forehead.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how Frodo looked at us from side to side.

“You know him, Prince?” Frodo asked innocently.

“Yes, fucking asshole.” His curse made Frodo pale.

“Uh, s-sorry…?”

I grabbed their attention because of my tasting. I sat in a corner and rested my neck, which seemed to be dislocated earlier.

“Leave.” Prince sternly ordered Frodo.

I had my back to them while doing my neck ritual, so I couldn’t see what they were doing now.

“Tsk, I’m glad you’re losing today!” Frodo befor