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Little Griseo looked soft and adorable, but in real life, how many people could truly be mentioned in the same breath as her?
The strongest boxing champions, the military kings—in short, all kinds of characters skilled in combat.
None of them could possibly be Little Griseo's opponent.
The one in the original work was a Flame-Chaser of the stars. And since she was a Flame-Chaser, she was a MANTIS warrior.
Don't worry about how Little Griseo survived the Tragedy of Binding for now.
Or how she became a Fire MOTH Hero.
Even if she and Pardo both had quite a bit of water in them,
could they really be unable to defeat a powerful Herrscher? Even if they couldn't, surely bullying ordinary people was still within their abilities.
If even the Little Griseo from the original work couldn't handle this,
then the other countries were even less worth mentioning.
So Little Griseo really couldn't understand why Earth Mama insisted on putting on such a show.
What was fun about it? Did she actually enjoy it?
It was just... quite helpless.
"No matter how many contestant slots there are, I'll be taking one of them," Little Griseo said.
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, she raised her right hand and swept it lightly across. The fresh, plain clothes she wore suddenly transformed into a slightly more ornate outfit.
A light-blue beret.
A pale-white dress decorated with patterns, filled with the colors of paint and seeming to glitter like the stars.
She was barefoot, with her hair tied into two low ponytails.
Light seemed to flow around her, accompanied by an air of mystery.
She looked even more sacred, noble, ethereal—and untouchable!
"Let me introduce myself again."
"I am the eleventh Fire MOTH Hero, the warrior of the Mark of Stars."
"..."