Powerful strength...
In the castle of the Witch Galaxy, atop the towering witch tower, Lilith gazed at the spot in the starry sky where a sun should have been. She had waited here for dozens of minutes, waiting for her [junior] to come attend the offensive meeting. Unfortunately, the Dragon Gambler had to wait alongside another Great Witch she did not particularly like.
Great Witch Eleanor stood by the balcony, leaning on her cane with elegant composure.
In a tone that made Lilith uncomfortable, as though chanting poetry from an opera, she said:
"Olivia took Anse's sun, as you can see—simply and effortlessly. If intercepting a Great Witch can be called 'relatively simple,' then facing a being who had crossed the ages and held the position of Great First, wreaking destruction from within, they stood no chance whatsoever. What a relaxing and carefree little pastime, hehe."
Lilith said irritably:
"No war is ever relaxing and carefree. If it were truly that easy, Lady Eileen would not have retreated so quickly today, nor would Lady Olivia have left immediately after stealing the sun."
Witches like Eleanor always regarded war as a form of leisure and entertainment.
"Oh, don't say that, Lady Lilith. You are the pillar that steadies the sea. Every time you take the field, you make us feel that war is such an easy affair." Eleanor's tone was neither yin nor yang.
The witch's face was brimming with smiles, and her innocent, lovely little appearance was truly endearing and pitiable.
But witches like her were just like their representative species, "Du Lingxuan"—they would be much better if they had no mouths.
Unfortunately, she had one.
"It seems Lady Eleanor has never been on a battlefield?" Lilith, poor with words, retaliated bluntly.
Eleanor's smile remained radiant, like a gentle breeze