Group Two, Group Three, Group Four...
It was not until Group Eighteen that Jiang Han was drawn. Jiang Han had a preferential draw, so she drew directly from the corresponding number of "low-win ranking" names. Unfortunately, she drew the fiercest witch in the group.
Great Witch Josephine.
"Shit! Bullshit!"
Cat Han looked utterly ashen-faced, while Xuan Cat pumped her fist and shouted, "Nice!"
"How could that birdwoman Josephine possibly have fallen into the low-win ranking group?!"
Jiang Han complained, unable to stop herself from waving her hand.
Angelite, seated beside her and eating a giant cat-made cheese cream pie, had what looked like a ring of white whiskers around her face. She raised her head and, for once, spoke with a measure of authority. "That's how it is. Josephine hasn't been in very good shape these past few days. She seems a little unable to bear the pressure that comes with being a Great Witch. This is already the nineteenth time she's told me that she wants a relaxing vacation, rather than a Great Witch position where a single phone call could summon her away at any moment."
Josephine had wanted to step down for a long time.
But because French witches were caught in a gap between generations, she could only keep holding the line against witches like Bonita.
Josephine had been holding in a breath of frustration. During the first half of the tournament, she was beaten senseless; then, in the latter half, her form recovered and she slaughtered her way through everyone.
That was also the main reason for Jiang Han's complaints. Damn it, sister—if you were that strong, couldn't you have taken first in your group? Or failing that, couldn't you have taken second in a high-win group?
Barely scraping through like this meant running into