If one word were to describe Frederick's mood right now, it would be "regret." If to elaborate, it would be "regret not stopping this damn thing from making a sound!"
Every time I want to respect you a bit more, you just speak...
What kind of nonsense is this!
Even knowing that the opponent is trying to mess with his mental state, Frederick still couldn't help but feel restless and furious!
Especially when he thinks about how everyone would ask, "You're so skillful and formidable, how did you get eliminated?" and "What's the name of the work that defeated you..."
How should he answer?
Amidst the roaring flames, Frederick couldn't help but start sweating profusely.
No, even if I don't say anything, the association might release the footage!
It's over, all over!
Thinking about the expression of Yellow Beard Great Craftsman when he hears that his student died at the hands of his ex-wife and stepmother makes his eyes well up with tears.
