Since ancient times, few witches had ever been this flamboyant.
Jiang Han's impression of Eileen deepened once again. Before this, she had always thought Eileen was the modest sort. Who would have guessed that by the end of the dynasty, this woman had become so swollen with arrogance that she actually did something only Anjie should have been capable of?
The facts proved that witches were all alike—their core was always brimming with this kind of comedic talent.
Jiang Han snapped her fingers and used magic to begin playback.
The sound returned.
So did the sense of reality.
With a pop, the sound of a champagne cork being pulled free—
Sparkling premium champagne sprayed out just like that. The mature Eileen had already delivered a "champion's speech," then, beaming, asked the lackeys beneath her, "What do you think of this speech?" Her bewitchingly seductive features held a reckless pride and excitement captive within them.
"She lost, right?"
Watching the scene, Jiang Han felt the corners of her mouth already itching to curl upward.
Xiya wore a composed smile as she said:
"This was the match she should never have lost in her life, and it was also the biggest fuse."
"Hm? A fuse for what?"
"War. When she lost to Aoses, she proved one thing: she was not invincible. That was a terrifying fact. Never had a witch like her lost after reaching the finals of a tournament... The finals were closer to actual combat. Whether it was the atmosphere, one's state of mind, or one's momentum—things that were not so obvious in ordinary matches would reveal themselves here."
As a full-course spectator and participant in the war, Histeria understood its origins quite well.
Witches had no bad habit of concealing history, nor did they make a habit of mocking