"Sandworm!?"
"No, sandworms aren't this big!"
"Why do the teeth above its mouth look so much like a Sword Tiger Beast's?"
"And why does the lower half of the sandworm look so much like a Gliding Beast's body?"
"Wait! There's someone on top of the sandworm!"
"I already told you, it's not a sandworm... Uh..."
The person correcting them couldn't help arguing when they saw that the other person was still calling it a "sandworm."
But when they followed the other person's gaze, they saw that Miss Alisa, who should have been bouncing around on a mushroom, was now crouched steadily on the head of that "sandworm."
She was half-crouching.
One hand rested near where the sandworm's lips would be, while the other held the brim of her hat.
The pose looked incredibly cool.
Sure, her hat had an enchantment that kept it from falling off.
But this just looked cooler, didn't it?
After all, she was making her entrance through a cloud of dust. This would be far more dramatic.
Of course, she wasn't trying to impress Lan Qingyou, the Witch of the Tower.
She was trying to impress the audience.
Even though they had no connection, it had to be said that Alisa enjoyed showing off more than she seemed to.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have made such a flashy flower-sea effect.
"Damn—that thing looks stitched together?"
The others were just watching the spectacle.
But the high-level alchemists could easily tell what it was.
They didn't even need Appraisal Glasses.
"Phillips, judging by how calm you look, you must know something, right?"
Sitting in her seat, Mela turned to look at Phillips, who seemed completely unruffled.
His disciple's creation surely had something to do with him.
Otherwise, given Phillips's serious attitude toward alchemy, he would never have sat there