Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 1211

Lydia, who had clung to the faintest hope, was now sinking into complete despair at the scene before her.

Damir stood tall with his chest puffed out. He was filled with pride.

From above the palace, Ophelia said, "Holy Maiden, I told you. That man's success was pure blind luck. Mr. Sabalja is the real master."

"The title of 'master' doesn't matter. What matters is the royal yellow stone. I need its energy to break through my current level. Once they're done betting, bring him to me." With that, Asriel turned and leaped into the air.

As the sawyer master continued to cut through the rough stone, Damir's smile began to fade.

What had once been a stone nearly half his height was now reduced to the size of a watermelon. Aside from the small burst of light one spot earlier, there was no sign of light anywhere else.

Lila smiled and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry, Mr. Sabalja. The glow was so bright. It's at least a supreme-grade spiritual stone. Even if it's only the size of a sesame seed, we've still won."

Damir pulled Lila into an embrace and grinned. "You're right. We will definitely win. No worry."

Lila pouted. "Tonight, you can enjoy the beauty. Are you happy now?"

"Don't be jealous. The position of legal wife will never be yours, but don't worry. You'll be my favorite mistress one day."

Though she forced a smile, Lila's mind was filled with disdain. After all, she was a highborn young lady. There was no way she would settle for being someone's mistress.

She was only interested in using his status to get herself into the Violetta Sacred Ground. No matter how he fooled around, she wouldn't take it personally.

"Why did the light disappear?"

The crowd kept their eyes glued to the sawyer master as he worked on the stone. But with every cut, not only did the spiritual stone fail to emerge, but the light began to dim. It grew weaker with each pass of the tools until it vanished entirely.

"Why's this happening?" Damir was stunned, and Lila's face mirrored his shock.

Sebastian looked at Damir and said, "I warned you not to get ahead of yourself. Looks like your happiness was short-lived."

"What are you so smug about? You just got lucky!" Damir shouted angrily.

Everyone agreed with him and believed that Sebastian had simply gotten lucky. After all, Damir's rough stone had shown a flash of light, which meant it should've contained an upper-grade or even a supreme-grade spiritual stone—if it had just had more time to fully develop.

As for Sebastian's stone, it was the one Damie had picked, so it was nothing more than pure luck on his part.

Sebastian smiled faintly. "Damir, do you really think I just got lucky?"

"You're just relying on luck!" Damir snapped. His eyes were full of anger and hatred.

Sebastian shook his head with a chuckle. "You're wrong. It's not about luck. It's because I can see you've got bad luck written all over you. With that kind of luck, it's hard to lose when betting with you."