"Not so fast." Airendra Moon Language's eyes narrowed. "It's not over yet."
Just as she'd said, the students from the Imperial Capital Academy were unwilling to admit defeat so easily.
An Elemental Mage in a blue mage robe jumped out, pointed at Ophelia, and roared, "You're just a brute who only knows how to use force! If you have any real skill, fight me with magic!"
"A duel of magic?"
A soft chuckle came from the crowd of Hurst Academy students.
Immediately after, the crowd parted. Lilith tossed her long, pale-gold hair and strode out from their midst.
In the two years that had passed, she had blossomed. The baby fat on her cheeks had vanished, making her features all the more refined and striking.
Today, she wore a fiery red mage robe and held a magic staff set with a ruby. As she gazed at the mage from the Imperial Capital, her eyes flashed with excitement. "Let me be the one to entertain you."
"Fireball Technique!"
