"So after all that, you're saying you don't know either."
Mela rolled her eyes.
Then she ignored Phillips.
She knew he was just showing off, and the more she indulged him, the more excited he'd get.
Giving him the cold shoulder was the best approach.
Of course,
there was another reason: the battle was about to begin, so there was no need to dwell on this.
It would only waste her brainpower.
She'd be better off spending that time on research.
As for what was going on with the magic power in the two girls...
It didn't matter.
It was just their personalities, and they had their own special skills.
There was always some explanation to be found.
Of course, she had no idea.
All the things she found so puzzling had actually been bestowed on them by the World Will—the entity her people, the Karim People, revered as a "god"—the very same one that had given her her title.
However, this world was already a thousand years in the future.
And it was on the verge of dying.
As for why it could still have an effect a thousand years ago, that was because it was the same entity.
So, in terms of how it worked, there was nothing wrong with it.
That's right.
Based on Esmeralda's description, Lan Qingyou had firmly placed the World Will in the category of a "program."
It operated according to a set of rules.
It wasn't some entity that thought, with emotions and reason intertwined.
"Just now... when he introduced us, I think he only said my name..."
While the "expert" was pondering the two girls' magic power,
the two of them were pondering something else.
Lan Qingyou was a little indignant.
Cyrus had only introduced her as the "Black Robe,"
while Alisa