Outside the Arena, a group of people watched the battle unfold in what seemed like a miniature world.
Dorothy, protective of her sister, practically pressed herself against the transparent isolation barrier, while Adam beside her also watched the unfolding scene with a concerned gaze, hardly daring to blink.
On the other hand, the two adult witches were quite composed.
"Who do you think will win?"
The petite stepmother was the first to speak, shifting her gaze from the field to gauge the reactions of her peers.
"Of course, Sophia."
The tall Dragon Witch kept her eyes on the field, did not turn her head, but replied almost without hesitation.
"Heh, is that how little you think of your daughter? How much do you even know about Dorothy?"
The Dragon Witch’s response disappointed Annie. The stepmother shook her head and continued to watch the field, but her tone became somewhat sarcastic.
"This is not about looking down on her. I’m just stating facts."
The sharp sarcasm made Euphilia involuntarily furrow her brow, but what the other said was indeed the truth. The Dragon Witch swallowed her pride and continued to explain in her icy tone.
"From a young age, I personally mentored Sophia. Her talent is no less than mine, and now, she is even stronger than I was at her age. At just 16, having reached adulthood, she is only a step away from becoming a Great Witch. Even when you look at her peers around the world, she is among the most outstanding."
"I truly don’t know much about Dorothy, and there is no need to hide that. After all, I only found her yesterday. Although I had someone gather information on what Dorothy’s been doing over the years, it seems from the records that she has been wasting her talent. I find it hard to believe that my daughter could end up being a..."
After leaving yesterday, Euphilia dispatched someone to compile her daughter’s achievements over the years. However, seeing the life experiences that could be summed up in a few sentences, the Dragon Witch nearly lost her composure.
An online gaming addict? A hardcore homebody? Barely leaves the house a few times a year? Attends and completes Mage School courses and exams through online classes? Hardly ever visited the school from enrolment to graduation? Only just managed to reach a magic power of 1w at the age of sixteen, barely meeting the Witch Academy’s entrance requirements?
"You might be my senior on the path of witchcraft, but as a mother, oh Dragon of Calamity, you’re still too green. I hope you take the time to learn how to be a qualified mother. Dorothy is your daughter, true, but she is also an independent person, not your puppet. What you think is a good child may not be to her liking. I don’t want my good stepdaughter to turn into a clone similar to you.
I’ve said my piece."
"Tch, I really can’t stand the inexplicable need for control that you Dragon Witches have. Don’t guess anymore. I haven’t taught Dorothy a thing; I don’t have the skill to teach her. Just watch; your daughter might just surprise you."
"So you’re saying Dorothy might win?"
The Dragon Witch raised an eyebrow and asked.
"No, she’s bound to lose, 10,000 Magic Power against 290,000, it would be a miracle if she won."
Annie rolled her eyes as she responded.
"You...."
Feeling mocked, the Dragon Witch’s temper flared on the spot, but in the end, she managed to suppress her anger and huffily turned to watch the match, ignoring the ’shorty’.
Hmph, for Dorothy’s sake, she would forgive this creature once. Damn vampire, otherwise, I’d break all your sharp, pointy teeth.
However, thinking this way, Euphilia took the duel more seriously when she watched it again.
She indeed lacked the experience as a mother; she had wanted to be a good one but ultimately didn’t get the chance. If possible, she really wanted to make up for past regrets.
So what exactly was this shorty vampire trying to say?
After pondering for a long time and still not quite getting it, the Dragon Witch’s fist clenched. She felt like she did back when facing the Fortune Teller, wishing she could just smash these damn riddle-mongers with a single punch.
Never mind, just watch the match, she urged herself, looking forward to Dorothy truly bringing her a surprise.