Theresa stood with her arms folded, smiling as she watched the battle between a cat and a fish. Then her gaze fell on Tartaglia, who lay on the ground with his backside sticking up, and an idea came to her.
Since Tartaglia kept taking losses, surely it was reasonable to give him a temporary boost and let him shine for once?
So Theresa casually reached out and suddenly tossed a white Food Stall chair brimming with power toward Tartaglia!
Then a series of clicks rang out as its restraints locked into place. Skirk turned her head in astonishment and saw her disciple Tartaglia locked into that peculiar white chair.
"Lady Theresa, what is the meaning of this?"
Skirk's eyes narrowed. She drew the one-handed sword Cangyao and pointed it at Theresa as she demanded an answer.
Not only that, she quickly ran to Tartaglia's side and reached for the peculiar white chair, trying to break it apart and free him.
"Seeing him lose all the time just gave me a new idea. Miss Skirk, you won't be able to undo his restraints for now. But don't worry, I'm only giving him a little help."
"Hasn't he been unable to land an elbow on that little fish? Now I'm giving him that chance."
"If you don't let go, be careful you don't get zapped along with him~"
As Theresa's cheerful voice trailed off, Skirk suddenly felt her right eyebrow twitch furiously and hurriedly released her grip on the chair.
It wasn't a sense of danger she felt, but something even more terrifying. Her keen sixth sense warned her that if she didn't let go, she would probably experience something utterly bizarre!
As an elegant, beautiful young swordswoman, she naturally cared a great deal about her image!
"Zap him!"
As Theresa's cheerful