The Most Direct Conflict

"That... isn't that the Lonely Poison Witch?"

"Why is the Lonely Poison Witch here?"

Such murmurs kept spreading through the crowd, gradually turning into a commotion.

Every voice was filled with dread, even terror.

A top-tier witch renowned for her vicious abilities, capable of controlling all kinds of poisonous smoke and miasma—the absolutely invincible strongest witch.

Such a being had suddenly appeared before them. There was no way the crowd would not panic.

Under the weight of such a notorious name, the surrounding crowd instinctively moved away from the center, leaving the area around Ophelia increasingly empty.

Mixed into the crowd, Fang Li could see the sorrow welling up in Ophelia's crimson eyes, eyes made of ominous red.

A kind girl who treasured life above all else had now become a witch feared by everyone. It was indeed deeply ironic.

Yet even so, Ophelia did not look away and simply stared straight ahead.

Fang Li followed Ophelia's gaze.

Before Ophelia stood a princess with vividly colored hair, glaring at her with an impassioned expression.

Seeing that girl, Fang Li's eyes flickered slightly.

"I see..."

That person was Julius.

"Julius!"

At that moment, Ayato Amagiri, Claudia, Kiririn Ditou, and Saya Sasamiya rushed over from nearby.

It seemed that after the match ended, the Enfield Team had left the stage. Then Julius had suddenly broken away from the group and run here, ignoring her teammates' calls.

The reason, naturally, was that she had seen Ophelia.

"You...!"

Only after arriving did Ayato Amagiri and the others finally notice Ophelia's presence, and they all sucked in a breath.

But Ophelia's eyes contained none of Ayato Amagiri's group. She merely met Julius's fixed gaze.

The sorrow in her eyes gradually deepened.

"Ophelia..."

Perhaps stirred by the sadness in Ophelia's eyes, Julius's impassioned expression was gradually