A week had passed since Rianna had taken Rufus, Eren, and Jeane into the Dueling Arena to earn funds for their Hunting Party.
The teenagers didn't always win, but their losses were still at an acceptable level.
Rianna was still able to profit from these matches, and as the days went on, her other slaves—errr subordinates, also opened up to her.
Most of them were just ordinary teenagers without any grand family backing. Some of them didn't really want to fight, and that was understandable.
Those who didn't want to join the Hunting Party were then delegated to take care of the warehouse and handle chores such as cooking, cleaning, and laundry.
Thirteen didn't lift a finger nor raise a voice to order Rianna's people around. He had given her complete authority over them and focused all of his attention on helping Cristopher get stronger, as well as making Percival hate him more.
