As the members of the villa group gradually discovered the presence of the white-robed witches, they immediately noticed what made these three witches stand out.
If it were just a matter of racial unity in their attire, they could understand it.
But the feeling these three witches gave off was clearly something else.
Their clothes were identical, their jewelry was identical, their pendants were identical, and even the masks on their faces were unnervingly identical.
It was as if they had been bought in bulk from the same garment factory.
While some races emphasized such uniformity to strengthen solidarity, none had ever done it as thoroughly as these three witches.
“What’s going on here?”
“Maybe the Workshop Witches just have a thing for this style?”
“I suspect it has something to do with their working environment in the workshop. Like, maybe they have to wear white or something.”
“If that’s the case, the environment for the Witches of the High Tower isn't exactly inside a tower, you know.”
“Exactly. You make them sound like doctors in a big hospital.”
After a brief moment of distraction, everyone began discussing the differences between the various witches.
“I found a witch of a different color over here.”
“...”
“Distinguishing witches by color? That sounds kind of interesting.”
“What’s the arena number? Send it to me.”
“This witch should be one of the people under the Tower.”
“Whoa! What’s the deal here? This is a bit hard to follow!”
“Let me see what’s happening.”
As soon as they heard something unusual was happening, those who were originally watching the white-robed witches turned their attention to searching for that arena number.
Lan Qingyou, being an adult, chose to watch them all.
Her tablet was already set up like a multi-screen surveillance monitor, so she simply split the screen.
Upon clicking in, she saw a witch dressed in a black robe with a black veil covering her face, harvesting her opponent's life.
Although she didn't know exactly what was happening, Lan Qingyou knew exactly who it was by the outfit alone.
Ursula, the somewhat shut-in mushroom witch whom she herself knew very little about.
Her opponent was a dwarf. Judging by his skin tone, he likely belonged to the mountain dwarf race.
However, the scene was a bit different from what everyone had imagined.
On the stage, Ursula simply stood in her place, while the mountain dwarf opposite her was hacking at himself with his own axe, blow after blow.
Yes, you read that right.
He was performing a nearly impossible act of self-termination.
After all, no one should be able to hack themselves to pieces like that; it was fundamentally impossible.
Yet, such a thing was happening clearly before everyone’s eyes.
The dwarf looked like a bloodthirsty maniac, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
It left a deep impression of Ursula’s eerie combat style.
In contrast, there was the white-robed witch on the other side.
The witch simply extended both hands, and after several dark shadows flickered rapidly, her enemy was finished.
He collapsed straight to the ground and did not get back up.
Naturally, the white-robed witch did not follow up with more attacks. She stood quietly, waiting to be teleported away.
There was no wasted motion. In fact, many people didn't even see clearly how the white-robed witch had launched her attack.
In short.
After seeing the combat styles of these two witches, everyone fell silent.
This 'everyone' referred not only to those present but also to the people across the Kalim continent.
It was a live broadcast, and one that spanned multiple cities.
Even those who did not live in the cities could watch through the regional sky-screens.
However, unlike Lan Qingyou and the others who could choose their own rooms, they could only watch whatever the world consciousness, acting as the director, chose to broadcast.
“What’s with that witch with the scythe? That feels so cruel.”
“Killing is one thing, but compared to the clean and efficient battle of the white-robed witch next to her, this is definitely a bit much.”
“True. If the goal is just to defeat the opponent, there’s no need to go that far.”
“You don’t know? That’s a witch from the High Tower Clan.”
“High Tower Clan?”
“The faction belonging to Lan Qingyou, the Witch of the High Tower. That white-robed witch belongs to the Workshop Witches' faction.”
“Oh? This is the first I’ve heard of this. Is there some specific way to tell?”
“There’s no special rule, it’s just a distinction. Everyone knows that the magic eyes of the High Tower Clan witches are both red, right?”
“Yeah, the famous crimson eyes of the Witch race.”
“Right. But the magic eyes of the Workshop Clan witches are sea-blue.”
“So you’re saying there are now two witch races on the Kalim continent?”
“Who knows? Maybe there’s another witch race with different colored eyes hiding somewhere else.”
“You seem to know a lot.”
“Haha, I heard it from the nephew of the great-uncle of the second aunt of my cousin who works in the Supreme Council.”
“...”
In corners unknown to most, the names 'High Tower Clan witches' and 'Workshop Clan witches' began to spread.
Over time... for the sake of convenience, people simplified them once more.
The High Tower Clan witches, because of the black-robed scythe-wielder, became known as Black Witches.
The Workshop Clan witches, because of the white-robed witch, were called White Witches.
...
Witch of the Tower: “What is with that mushroom witch? Why does she seem so violent!”
Lan Qingyou was no saint.
She had personally killed plenty of people herself.
But she had never tried anything like what Ursula was doing.
No... it should be said that even as an Origin Witch who knew the other wouldn't harm her, Lan Qingyou’s heart was still pounding.
It wasn't fear, but pure shock at the other’s combat style.
In Lan Qingyou’s view, even describing Ursula’s combat style as 'relentless' felt too mild.
One could only imagine the psychological trauma that 'hack, hack, hack' motion had caused her.
Witch of Knowledge: “Mushroom witch? Who?”
Diana, who was busy processing documents, was momentarily stunned by the title Lan Qingyou mentioned, which she had never heard before.
But a second later, after seeing another message from Lan Qingyou, she understood.
Witch of the Tower: “...It’s Ursula! Ur! su! la!”
Witch of Knowledge: “Clan Leader, surely you don't mean to tell me you don't even know the title of your own department head?”
Diana asked with a hint of teasing in her confusion.
Witch of the Tower: “You said there was a surprise, so I didn't look!”
...
Fine, she really had said that, and not too long ago either.
She had indeed wanted to give Lan Qingyou a small surprise, but now it seemed that what she gave her wasn't a surprise, but a bit of a scare?
Diana immediately explained.
Witch of Knowledge: “Alright, that was indeed my mistake. Let me re-introduce her then. Ursula, title: 【Witch of Fresh Blood】. This isn't a self-proclaimed title like ours; it's a World Title recognized by the world consciousness.”
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