“Finally, it's over!”
Lan Qingyou sat on her magic broom and gave a long, luxurious stretch.
Ursula was by her side.
Just moments ago, because she had won her match and the remaining matches weren't scheduled until tomorrow, the four victors had been teleported directly out of the combat zone and back to the teleportation circle they had used earlier.
“Ursula, do you want to grab something to eat? After that big fight, I’m actually feeling a bit hungry.”
Having finished her stretch, Lan Qingyou patted her stomach and spoke with a smile.
Although Lan Qingyou’s entire battle had lasted only a few minutes, she wasn't joking.
She had just experienced exactly how the big-eyed cutie felt.
That sensation of having one’s mana ruthlessly drained was not pleasant at all.
If she hadn't been able to fly, possessed the Analytic Magic Eye, and made timely tactical adjustments, she might have actually lost this time.
“What would you like to eat, Clan Leader?” Ursula asked.
“Just something simple. How about noodles?”
Seeing that it was already getting late, Lan Qingyou made the suggestion.
After all, it was already evening; she wanted to eat light to avoid gaining weight.
“I heard Diana mention a good noodle shop on Vermilion Bird Avenue on East Street.”
“Great, let's go there then.”
With that, Lan Qingyou gestured for Ursula to hop on.
Ursula paused for a moment, then quickly jumped onto Lan Qingyou’s magic broom.
Although Lan Qingyou didn't know where Vermilion Bird Avenue on East Street was, and Ursula rarely went out, it didn't matter.
In Typhon City, even if someone didn't recognize Ursula, they certainly wouldn't fail to recognize Lan Qingyou.
Moreover, everyone had watched today’s matches, so they knew exactly who Ursula was.
After asking for directions along the way, the two soon arrived at the noodle shop Diana had mentioned.
The noodle shop followed the common stilt house style of Typhon City, and the interior decor was quite decent.
They found a table in a corner, ordered two bowls of noodles, and began to eat in silence.
“By the way, regarding that birthmark on your face... have you ever tried making a potion or something to remove it? After all, the potions in this world are infused with magic.”
Lan Qingyou asked out of curiosity while they were eating.
They say one shouldn't hit someone in the face or bring up their shortcomings.
Conversations with Lan Qingyou usually had a high tendency to reach a dead end.
Ursula had always been very self-conscious about the birthmark on her face, making it her absolute sore spot.
However, Ursula didn't show the kind of rage one might expect when someone touched a nerve.
In fact, if anyone else had brought up her birthmark, Ursula would have certainly taught them a lesson they'd never forget.
Because they would surely be mocking her.
But Lan Qingyou was different.
As a god, wasn't it only natural for her to inquire about her past sorrows?
That was right.
If a person asked, she would be angry, but if a god was asking, that was another matter entirely.
Thus, Ursula answered immediately without even a second thought.
“I have, Clan Leader, but it had no effect.”
“Is that so? Could there be an issue with the formula or the dosage?”
“I’m not sure, but I did experiment several times. The most effective potion only made the birthmark fade slightly, but it returned to normal after I woke up the next day.”
Though she was speaking of her own heartbreak, Ursula’s tone was unexpectedly calm.
Lan Qingyou’s interest was piqued when she heard this.
It had succeeded, but not completely.
If it returned to normal after a night’s sleep, that meant there was an issue with the stabilization, or perhaps there was some inherent problem with the birthmark itself.
“You didn't throw away those notes and formulas from your experiments, did you?”
“No.”
“Then show them to me after the tournament is over. We’ll develop it together. Who knows, we might create an excellent beauty potion. There are so many witches in our High Tower Clan now; there’s definitely a market for it.”
As she spoke, Lan Qingyou nodded with great confidence.
It was as if everything would surely unfold exactly as she said.
Ursula, on the other hand, was quite excited.
Just as Lan Qingyou was confident in herself, Ursula was also immensely confident in Lan Qingyou.
If Lan Qingyou said she would make it for her, she would definitely succeed.
But!
She didn't consider herself a mindless zealot, so no matter how excited she was, she wouldn't show it.
Especially not in front of Lan Qingyou.
At most, she quietly reached under the table and clenched her fist.
...
While Lan Qingyou and Ursula were finishing their noodles and parting ways, the Kalim continent as a whole was not as peaceful as it appeared.
“This Witch of the Tower is truly formidable. After a whole day of fighting, we’ve only gathered this much combat data analysis. Should we say it’s only to be expected of her?”
“Probably. Or rather, can those previous fights even be called battles? I felt like she was just stomping noobs.”
“True, 'stomping noobs' is an apt description. However, I’d like to remind everyone that besides Lan Qingyou, another one has appeared—a Witch of the Workshop named Alisa. She is now also a primary subject of our observation.”
“A Witch of the Workshop... I really wonder how that person managed to stay hidden until now.”
“How else? Piamon must have hidden her. She was right there in the organization he created, yet not a word leaked out.”
“Do you think Piamon is guarding against us?”
“Guarding against us is a certainty. It would be strange if he wasn't.”
“Alright, now isn't the time for that. Think of a way to force these witches to reveal all their tricks.”
“Three of the four contestants tomorrow are witches. I think that Witch of Fresh Blood named Ursula should also be included in our observations. After all, her fighting style is incredibly bizarre, not to mention highly lethal. She’s worth wasting a bit of our manpower and resources on.”
“Seconded.”
“Agreed.”
In a dim room where the electricity bill hadn't been paid, four or five figures sat around a round table, discussing something while holding report documents.
Though their specific goal remained unclear, it seemed Lan Qingyou and the others had been targeted.
But in reality, it wasn't just these people who had their eyes on them.
“See that? See that! I told you witches were the strongest race! Three out of the four finalists are witches. The final champion will definitely be a witch, no doubt about it!”
Inside a tavern, a scruffy-bearded man with one foot on a stool waved his hands and shouted exaggerations.
On the table before him, besides a mug of ale, were several bags of copper and silver coins and a few dice.
The others at the table were already used to his behavior, but seeing this gambling addict make money this time made them feel somewhat uneasy.
In the betting market opened earlier, he had bet on the two witches other than Lan Qingyou to reach the top four, and as a result, he had made a fortune.
And now, this betting addict was beginning to preach to them.
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