For Tertia as she was now, feeling uneasy and nervous over someone she had never met was an incredible thing.
But Frost Hua could understand her feelings. During their student days, their teacher Rosaline had often instilled in them how formidable, wise, kind, and charming their grandmaster was. Over time, the two of them had formed a fixed impression: their grandmaster was the embodiment of all the beauty in the world. She was naturally everyone's shared idol. One could glimpse this from their teacher's lingering devotion to her grandmaster.
Of course, that was impossible. Just as celebrity fans did not chase after real stars, but the emotional anchors in their own hearts, the grandmaster Tertia imagined was not the real Silver Witch.
Thus, after the War of Divine Judgment ended, their teacher perished together with the Witch of Finale, and yet their grandmaster still failed to appear, Tertia clearly realized this. She sealed away her former admiration, leaving behind only her obsession with following in her teacher's footsteps. As for her grandmaster, she was more like a fleeting childhood dream, nearly forgotten.
And then—
Hundreds of years passed. Though she still looked like a young girl, Tertia's heart belonged to an old woman who had lived for five centuries. Then one day, she suddenly discovered that her childhood idol—was alive!
No, not alive. She had truly descended, and Tertia had even taken the initiative to offend her in an utterly disrespectful manner.
Naturally, her feelings were subtle and complicated. For the first time in a long while, the unease and anxiety buried deep beneath her forceful personality were awakened.
In fact, Frost Hua had felt the same way when she met her grandmaster. But as a coward who was poor at expressing herself, she had not shown it. Only when