"It's nothing. I'm just going to watch the show. What outrageous thing could a mere cook do?"
"..."
Theresa fell silent, seemingly too powerless to even complain.
Just a mere chef.
Heh.
In any case, the academy principal in the Homu costume was left behind by Zhao Bai. He himself strode forward, running in the direction the Third Herrscher had fled.
Zhao Bai swore that he really just wanted to watch the show.
After all, that guy had already lost an arm and was fleeing in disgrace while being slashed at by the Third Herrscher. There couldn't possibly be any new twists now, right?
He hadn't expected it.
The moment he arrived, a twist suddenly occurred.
The lightning faded.
Beichen no longer burned with scorching flames, revealing its blackened blade from oxidation as it lay tilted in the earth.
By the lake, the Third Herrscher had fallen as well.
She had never expected that someone with such strength would have no sense of honor in battle at all. He only thought of running away; even when she deliberately exposed several openings, he refused to take the bait.
Cowardly, arrogant, and vicious.
The Third Herrscher felt that dying at the hands of someone like this would be less satisfying than having her heart blown apart.
"Ah."
Walking to the lakeshore and witnessing this sight, Zhao Bai could not help shaking his head with a sigh.
This was truly too difficult.
When Mei had slashed at him, she had leaped straight down from the third floor. She wore neither shoes nor socks, and a little mud clung between her fair, rounded toes, left exposed just like that.
As she struggled, her toes twisted and curled.
The river surged, glimmering silver-white beneath the moonlight.
Zhao Bai looked around and found no passersby.