When Anne was thinking hard and continued to threaten the other party, like a street hooligan teasing a good woman, threatening the young lady who looked a little timid and cunning, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Hello, Anne..."

"actually……"

"She is my daughter, how about it, are we very similar?"

The person who came was not anyone, but the legendary great magician Jessica, who was also the bad guy who had previously attacked Anne with three heroic spirits, and even guided a magic rail cannon and bombarded her.

"ah!"

(?O?)

"It's you..."

(*ˉ?ˉ*;)

Seeing that Jessica came over, Anne couldn't help but exclaim.

"Huh!"

!(;?o?)o

"It seems that it looks quite similar when you look at it!"

(?Д?≡?д?)!?

Anne began to compare the faces of Jessica who was walking over and over the faces of the young lady next to her, and finally found in surprise that the faces of the two were unexpectedly similar?

However, one looks mature and quiet, while the other looks like a little girl.

"Of course it's like!"

"She is the magical life I have bred by the method of reincarnation, so naturally she can be said to be my daughter."

“This time…”

"We came here to compete in that competition, in order to win the championship and stop you from destroying world peace. You probably won't stop us from participating, right?"

"although……"

"I did attack you the last time..."

Jessica walked to her "daughter" and patted the other person on the shoulder, signaling the other person not to be afraid, and then half-truely introduced him while also squeezing Anne.

"Last time?"

(ΘへΘ)

"Oh! It was the case that you were trampled on by Tibers?"

-??(??????)

Although Annie felt that the other person looked familiar not because of her face, after being interrupted by the other person, Annie threw away the strange feeling and never continued to think about where and when she had seen the young lady.

“…”

Jessica, who had a slightly awkward expression, opened her mouth, but in the end she still did not answer, but looked at Anne with a slightly nervous look.

After all, she is in a hostile relationship with the little girl in front of her, but now she is blocked by the other party here. If the other party starts a sudden attack or calls for help, then they will probably have to surrender.

"Don't worry, I won't mind."

(⌒▽⌒)

Perhaps seeing the expression on the other person's face, Annie smiled and comforted.

Because, Annie had long since lost her heart about that matter. After all, she had revenge on the spot and arrested two guys, so she would definitely not mind anymore.

"Yeah?"

When Jessica heard Anne's answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face gradually relaxed a little.

"That……"

"Can we leave now?"

Then, Jessica seemed to have something else in her heart, a little anxious and nervous, and didn't know what she was thinking about, so she asked Anne.

"Yes!"

(o^-^o)?

"Goodbye Miss!"

(′▽｀)ノ?

“…”

Jessica did not dare to say anything more. She felt relieved and just stretched out her hand and took her so-called "daughter"'s little hand and hurriedly turned around along the resting and floating stairs and walked down the distant street.

"strangeness……"

(????? ???)

"I always think they are a little weird..."

く(＾_?)ゝ

"never mind!"

ε=(′ο｀*))) Alas

She scratched her head, but she really couldn't remember what was strange. Anne simply stopped thinking about it.

"I don't want to do it anymore, Tibers, let's go and watch the game!"

?(?^o^?)?

Anyway, it was just a few things, and there was no saying that the other party was not allowed to participate in the competition, so Anne was too lazy to worry about more, so she took her bear Tibers and turned around and left, intending to go to the arena before the end of today's game.

(…)

(￣??￣?)

At this time, while a bad little girl was walking towards the arena, in a certain competition field, the tribe's king Sarufal, namely Varok Sarufal, was confronting the apprentice of a bad little girl, Ilia, and the two heroic spirits summoned by the other party.

That's right!

This afternoon, King Sarufar was unfavorable and actually drew a group with Ilia in the knockout match to decide the semi-finals of 64. Iliana only won (fighting) her accomplice Luvia yesterday and obtained the opponent's spell.

So, now the situation that made Sarufal feel very tricky and extremely embarrassing:

In front of him were the two powerful spirit Joan of Arc, who was Ruler, and the heroic spirit girl who was holding the dark red terrifying chain hook sickle, and the heroic spirit girl who was Lancer!

Those two heroic spirits, either of them, are afraid that the power of either of them is not below him!

If he wants to win, he must defeat the summoner and the magical girl Ilia. However, before he defeated the two heroes, he had no way to get close to the other party, let alone launch an attack.

Just now, he tried to charge, slash and fight violently, and tried to destroy the two heroes first, and then defeat the shameful mage?

Can result...

He failed. After a fierce battle, facing the girl Joan of Arc, who held the silver irises flag, was skillful in combat and was defensive. With his tight gun array, he blocked his violent attack and Medusa, who was eyeing him and using his charming strange sound to distract him, he finally got nothing except harvesting several bloody wounds and gun holes.

"Hello!"

"That green skin!"

"What to see?"

"Who else is there except you?"

While Sarufal was confronting Joan of Arc, who was waiting for battle and Medusa who was pressing step by step, Ilia finally couldn't help it and shouted loudly from a distance, successfully attracting Sarufal's attention.

"Master!"

"what are you up to?"

Sarufal asked loudly and strangely in that orc tone.

Most of them orcs are like that, because they have huge fangs in their mouths, their mouths cannot be closed and closed tightly, so in order to accurately pronounce in the event of air leakage, there is no way to increase lung capacity and increase the tone.

"It's nothing!"

"You saw it, before I even took action, you've already beaten this way. Is there any point in continuing?"

"Surrender!"

"Otherwise, you will die here later, it will be ugly!"

Holding his arms, the magic girl Iriya scolded and persuaded her to surrender.

"surrender?"

Sarufar was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the two heroic spirits who had stopped and had not continued to force him forward, and then frowned and pondered.

"No……"

"I refuse!"

Soon, Sarufal shook his head.

"A orc, a real orc warrior, should always have only one pursuit in his life, that is, in the decisive battle with the enemy, he will die in a glorious battle!"
To be continued...