Strategy

Elizabeth Austin, from the Iron Curtain Club, was a powerful witch. The Iron Curtain Club had advanced as first in their group with an excellent record of nine wins in ten matches, while the club Miss Zhang Ya beside her belonged to had also advanced as first in their group with seven wins in ten matches. It had to be said that things were a little unfair sometimes.

Some clubs had to advance in second place even after winning eight out of ten matches.

This Miss Elizabeth Austin... Jiang Han had to be forgiven for being unable to describe her as a lady. She looked remarkably handsome, with spirited blond hair, a high nose bridge, and violet eyes that carried a sense of depth and accumulation. Calling her a lady earlier had truly been a slight miscalculation on Jiang Han's part.

She must have come from the same country as Coach. Blond hair and violet eyes—genetically speaking, they ought to be witches from the same ethnic group... Jiang Han pressed her lips together in a smile, holding her kitty cup as she moved aside and began chatting with the Elizabeth who had finished introducing herself.

"Your club doesn't have to play a tiebreaker. That's really nice—you won't have to perform in front of so many people..."

Elizabeth first poured tea for Miss Zhang Ya beside her. Incidentally, Zhang Ya looked somewhat like an Eastern version of Angelite. She was similarly beautiful, though her eyes had a different shape, and her temperament was rather different as well.

Then she poured herself a small cup and, beneath Zhang Ya and Jiang Han's wide-eyed stares... added milk and white sugar.

What a waste!

Jiang Han took a sip from her kitty cup.

Elizabeth Austin stirred her cup with a teaspoon, lifted it, and