“Yo, were you always this good at talking? I didn't notice. A mere maid should just crawl away and let your master speak to yours truly.”
After saying this, Xin Tianle cast a sidelong glance at Lan Qingyou, who was not far away.
After returning yesterday, she had found that whenever she faced Lan Qingyou, she would subconsciously be suppressed by the other's aura, creating a sensation akin to being unable to look her in the eye.
So, she had specifically sought out a psychologist within her own organization for some counseling.
After a good deal of mental preparation, she found that upon arriving today, she indeed didn't feel that same sense of timidity when stealing glances at the witch.
As for why it was “akin to” being unable to look her in the eye, it was because she couldn't find the right words to describe that feeling.
Anyway, it was just very annoying, yet she hadn't dared to look.
But...
Excellent! I can look her in the eye now!
This shows my progress!
As long as I can overcome this witch's curse on me, then a mere Witch of the Tower is no threat at all before the great me of the Demon race.
Yes, even that simple yet unsolvable ability of throwing stones is nothing to be afraid of.
“To be the maid of a god is my honor. It is far better than being a stinking goat like you.”
“What did you say!”
Xin Tianle, who had been secretly observing Lan Qingyou as she sat on her chaise longue clutching her magic broom, immediately lost her temper upon hearing Ursula's retort.
That roar even caused Lan Qingyou, who was leisurely using Psychokinesis to fetch some fruit juice, to look over.
This reaction... was it a bit much?
Everyone was supposed to be trading barbs. In this situation, everyone knew that whoever got red-hot with rage first was the loser.
And yet, the “instigator” of this verbal sparring was the first to lose her cool. That was rather interesting.
But if there was anyone else who made her see them in a new light, it was naturally today's Ursula.
Not only was she talking more, but she had also become quite eloquent.
She truly was someone Lan Qingyou could get along with.
“What, do you still think I should say your goat horns look lovely and are very suitable for home decor?”
Facing the furious Xin Tianle, Ursula didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, she felt incredibly excited!
This was a sensation she had never experienced before.
This... this act of provoking someone until they could only bark like a dog in front of her was simply too amusing!
It was so amusing that she felt a sense of comfort all over.
In a way...
It was as if her entire body temperature had surged by three degrees, a warm sensation that brought a sense of peace.
As someone who rarely interacted with others before, Ursula naturally didn't know that there was a specific personality trait in this world for those who picked out others' flaws and precisely struck at their confidence: being “poison-tongued.”
Coincidentally, the “deity” in her heart, Lan Qingyou, was also such a person.
But even if she knew, it wouldn't matter.
Regardless, she had fallen in love with this feeling of communicating with others.
She had rarely communicated in the past, and only now did she realize that interacting with people was such an interesting thing.
It seemed she should communicate much more in the future.
“Fine, fine. I didn't expect a dog to be so sharp-tongued. You'd better not lose later, so I can personally tear that mouth of yours apart, you wretch!”
Already red-hot with rage and pushed past her breaking point, Xin Tianle was so angry she wanted to take action after being struck by another of Ursula's poison-tongued remarks.
But unfortunately, this was the rest area. It was a zone where combat was prohibited and others could not be targeted.
So, she could only spout words that were trivial and harmless to Ursula.
However, this fellow had offended two people with a single sentence.
One was naturally her opponent, Lan Qingyou, and the other...
“It's quite lively here. Is someone cursing me to lose this semi-final so early in the morning?”
As luck would have it...
Just as Xin Tianle spoke those words, Alisa was teleported into the rest area.
As a result, she heard this “interesting” conversation the moment she arrived.
Think about it: you've prepared yourself well at home, arrived at the competition venue looking beautiful and wanting to face the match in top spirits, only to have a pile of filth thrown at you the moment you enter.
How would that feel?
The damage might be low, but the insult was extreme!
The mental attack it brought couldn't even be described as tons of damage.
“Don't get worked up, Alisa. That included me as well.”
Lan Qingyou looked at Alisa and raised an eyebrow.
“Tsk!”
Seeing that she had offended two people with one sentence, Xin Tianle clicked her tongue, glanced at the two women, snorted coldly, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and walked over to an empty chair to sit down.
There was no other choice.
There were four people here, three of whom were witches, and she had offended all of them.
It was best to avoid their sharp edges for now.
Seeing Xin Tianle's “attitude,” Alisa didn't dwell on the matter. Instead, she looked toward Lan Qingyou and Ursula.
With clothes and jewelry they didn't have yesterday, it seemed the High Tower Clan had come prepared.
“Quite...”
【Attention, all contestants. Attention, all contestants...】
Just as Alisa was about to say something, the voice of the world consciousness echoed from the sky.
【Will the contestants for the first match please prepare. The match will officially begin in ten minutes.】
【Attention, all contestants. Attention, all contestants. Will the contestants for the first match please prepare. The match will officially begin in ten minutes.】
【Attention, all contestants. Attention, all contestants. Will the contestants for the first match please prepare. The match will officially begin in ten minutes.】
The world consciousness broadcasted the announcement three times and then fell silent.
Falling silent along with it was Alisa.
Never mind, it wasn't anything important anyway.
Thinking this, Alisa walked over to the last remaining chair, sat down, and took out a book to read.
During the ten-minute preparation time, Alisa and Ursula did absolutely nothing to prepare.
The two of them were essentially either resting with their eyes closed or flipping through books.
In any case, neither was doing any so-called pre-battle preparation.
But for them, perhaps adjusting their mindset and conserving their energy was their preparation.
【Dear audience members, the semi-finals of the first Racial Competition of the Kalim continent are about to begin.】
【Please allow me to first grandly introduce the contestants for this match.】
【First, we have the winner of yesterday's first match, the “Witch of Fresh Blood,” contestant Ursula. This contestant...】
“Hmm? Did I hear that right?”
While the invisible announcer was speaking, someone in the crowd watching the match suddenly noticed something unusual.
No.
Rather, many viewers across the continent noticed this anomaly.
“What's wrong?”
“Did that invisible host just say the words 'First Session'?”
“Yeah! Ah!! Now that you mention it, he really did!!!”
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