"Miss Doris, are you going to get serious or not? Why are you still holding back?"
With deliberate control, Hilia maneuvered her magic puppet to evade the attacks from Doris's puppet. Seeing Doris flush, she added with a smile:
"You know, Miss Doris, your puppet's attacks feel like you're being coy, sweetheart."
Boom!
Doris's puppet erupted in flames, like a messenger from hell.
The wind began to stir on the field.
Hilia noticed sweat forming on Doris's forehead, her complexion visibly paling.
Huh? No, does this move seem like it's about to explode?
So easily affected by praise?
Hilia quickly snapped to full alertness.
But just then, a voice suddenly came from outside.
"That's enough for both of you, stop now."
With the sound came a peculiar wave of magic power affecting Doris and her puppet, causing the flames to gradually shrink until they disappeared.
