"I'm going to win."
Before entering the contestants' lounge, Jiang Han said this to Angelite in the dining area.
Angelite held a meat pie in both hands, nibbling at it like a rabbit gnawing a carrot. She raised a brow. "Ambitious."
"You don't think I can?"
Having caught a hint of something, Jiang Han immediately probed on instinct.
Angelite finished the meat pie in a blink and cast a spell to clean the grease that had gotten on her tights. "Josephine has been doing rehabilitation for a long time. She's trained for a long time too—seems she wants to achieve something this time. As a legendary witch, once she makes up her mind, very few people can stop her."
But I'm a kitty.
Jiang Han pressed her lips together, stared at Angelite, and repeated herself with emphasis:
"I'm going to win."
There was no heavy stress, no impassioned declaration. Jiang Han merely spoke her will aloud, using those words to strengthen her resolve to keep her promise.
Angelite knew it was not meant for her.
She smiled.
Then patted Jiang Han on the shoulder.
"Good. Keep it up."
"Hm?"
"We are creatures of the mind. For other races, [Idealism] is something mysterious, its effects impossible to judge—but it works on us." She looked toward the sun in the sky. "To witches, miracles are merely ripe fruit within arm's reach."
Just as Jiang Han wanted to ask about [Idealism], the tournament broadcast began.
"..."
"Looks like it's starting. See you later, sister. I hope to see you here again next week."
Angelite glanced down at her pocket watch, then revealed that inscrutable smile again. Wearing those knee-high boots, she headed into her own lounge.
Jiang Han silently nodded to her and started walking.
Among the crowd of witches, she spotted Du