The next day.
In the VIP box of the arena built at Snow Phoebe Lake.
Jiang Han accompanied Eileen in watching the opening ceremony, matching the contestants one by one against the information she had memorized out of boredom yesterday as she introduced them to the First Witch, who was no longer familiar with Earth's witches.
"...This is Gracia, a contestant of German descent. She came from Gray Lion's youth academy before joining the White Lily Club. Her technical repertoire is comprehensive—and flawless."
Jiang Han pointed at a typically tall German-descended witch in the entrance procession. She was beautiful, carried herself with distinction, and was yet another gorgeous big sister.
Even from so far away, her height was still plainly visible to the naked eye. The more Jiang Han spoke, the more sourness crept into her voice.
Eileen wore an expression that said, "All I see is my former self." Then, looking vaguely lost, she touched her own face. Her cheeks were still a little round and bun-like.
Seeing that she had touched upon something painful, Jiang Han suppressed her sorrow and pointed at another contestant of standard witch height.
"...Vera, a British contestant. She came from Gray Lion's youth academy before joining the Griffin Dynasty Club. Her specialty is prolonged close combat, and she specializes in aerial warfare. Her fights often develop into air-to-ground combat scenarios. She's very formidable."
Witches were a race with a high average height. The domestic average was around 176 centimeters, while "Great Britain" averaged around 180.
So this big sister, who was of average height, had a gentle temperament, and wore tights beneath a standard witch robe, still stood more than a head taller than Jiang Han and Eileen.
Standing beside Angelite, she also looked rather tall, though it was not quite so exaggerated.