The mildest-mannered Minotaur spoke matter-of-factly. "She must have information none of us have."
Fat Goose straightened her back. "No wonder! I knew I couldn't possibly be that stupid."
Mistblade and Maple Syrup looked more relieved as well.
That was right. It really wasn't that their brains couldn't keep up.
The Blood Elves asked, "Other than going out to gather information on the other apprentices, what has she been doing these past few days?"
Fat Goose said, "Does drawing maps and studying those statues count?"
"So... she'd been aiming for the championship from the very beginning?"
Maple Syrup gave the Blood Elves, who had said that, a puzzled look, as though they had said something strange. "Of course. If not for the championship, why would she participate?"
The Blood Elves said softly, "I thought she was just giving it a try."
The Black Cat beside them suddenly said, "Do you know why she made you leave the team back then? It was because you were always thinking, 'I'll just try this time,' instead of believing as she did that, 'The championship can only belong to me.'"
After those words, the atmosphere around the Blood Elves and the Black Cat instantly became stagnant and oppressive.
Mistblade and the others barely dared to breathe. Even the Minotaur did not dare to interrupt.
After a long while, the Blood Elves tugged at the corner of their mouth and said in a dry voice, "She would never think that way."
The Black Cat was displeased by the rebuttal and demanded, "Then how do you think she would think?"
The Blood Elves looked at the apprentice on the lead screen, whose firm and fearless gaze seemed to carry a dazzling edge. In a daze, her figure overlapped with the Zhuri Moment in their memories.
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