Near the main cathedral of the Dawn Church, on a spacious but sparsely populated street.
Inside an animal taxidermy shop by the roadside, a young girl was dragging a hawk specimen with one hand and examining it carefully. She wore a light-gray tracksuit on top, its zipper pulled wide open to reveal a white shirt of soft, wrinkled fabric beneath. She wore sportswear on her upper body but ultrashort shorts on her lower half, which looked mismatched at first glance. Yet with the smiling plastic brooch pinned to her chest and her smooth, shoulder-length hair hanging down, she possessed a beauty uniquely her own.
Alisa carefully set down the hawk specimen, interlaced her fingers, and stretched upward. Afterward, she glanced at the clock. She had already been waiting there for half an hour.
As the younger sister of Tessa, leader of the Alliance Hunter Troops, Alisa had lived under her sister's halo since childhood. She had originally thought that, once she grew older, she would display her own talent. She had indeed revealed her talent, but by then, her sister had already risen to become the Alliance's strongest individual combatant, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Northern Grand General. Compared to her sister's excellence, the talent Alisa displayed was like a firefly beside the stars.
This gradually made Alisa rebellious and independent. Extremely talented, she dreamed of one day surpassing her sister, yet the older she grew, the more she felt that her sister was beyond her reach.
"Alisa."
A somewhat cold and stern female voice suddenly appeared in Alisa's mind. The first time she had heard it, Alisa had immediately punched herself in the head, thinking that an evil spirit had invaded her mental space. Later, she discovered that this was not the case. This was the arrival of