Ahead in the deserted corridor, two girls of similar age and nearly identical appearance were walking toward Azer and Toudou Kirin.
Though the girls looked remarkably alike, they gave off entirely different impressions.
The girl on the left wore a neat Lefevre Black Academy uniform. Her long hair was braided into two plaits that hung down, and her features were rather gentle. Even the air around her seemed delicate and fragile, making her seem nothing like a student from Lefevre Black Academy.
The girl on the right was the complete opposite. Not only was her Lefevre Black Academy uniform worn sloppily, but her upper body was boldly left open. Despite the sweltering weather, she had a scarf wrapped around her neck, and she radiated a fierce, brutish aura.
"Irene Ursais..."
Toudou Kirin, lying on Azer's back, softly called out the other girl's name.
She was the person they had come looking for.
Yet she had appeared here, right before Azer and Toudou Kirin.
At the moment, she seemed not to have noticed Azer and Toudou Kirin. She had her hands on her head as the girl beside her scolded her.
"Honestly, Sister, didn't I tell you not to sneak off by yourself after the match ended?"
The soft-featured younger sister had her face scrunched up as she glared indignantly at the girl beside her.
She was Priscilla Ursais, Irene Ursais's biological younger sister and Irene's partner. The two had entered this Phoenix Star Martial Festival together and had already won their first-round match.
"...I wasn't sneaking off, was I?" Irene seemed somewhat guilty and also a little afraid of her younger sister. She awkwardly defended herself, saying, "I just came out for a walk, that's all. Right, a walk."
"You're lying!" Priscilla mercilessly exposed her sister. "You definitely wanted to