She remembered how flustered the other woman had been when they first arrived in the New Continent.
Then she looked at her now, brazenly lying through her teeth with her eyes wide open.
She had to admit, when it came to thickening one's skin, this witch from the workshop had made some real progress.
Meanwhile, Mela watched the two of them bicker with a cheerful smile.
Though both Lan Qingyou and Alisa traded barbs and snide remarks, Mela saw it as nothing more than a little seasoning in their everyday lives.
Once they were old, they would surely look back fondly on everything happening now.
"All right, you two. If there's nothing else going on, could you put all this stuff away first?"
"With all this here, you'll scare the little animals in the forest."
After waiting a little while,
Mela finally stepped in to "persuade" them once their bickering had mostly run its course.
Only then did the two women realize that, though their subordinates had been transported here, their hostility toward each other hadn't gone away.
So they began gathering their people.
In particular, they collected the corpses of the Stitched Monsters and the remains of the Star Guardians.
They had all suffered varying degrees of damage, but with a little patching up, both women figured they could still be put to use.
As she helped, Mela couldn't help noticing some markings on the remains of the Magic Puppets.
Magic arrays... and some very neat, square symbols she didn't recognize...
At a glance, they seemed to be some kind of script she hadn't seen before.
They weren't Barbarian characters, southern script, or even any known ancient writing.
Strange.
And yet she sensed that each of these symbols, which might have been characters, held its own power.
Even more