Rita had said that Zerg was easy to appease—
As long as there was food.
So saying something like this now would most likely bring this match to an end.
The little nun did not know whether it was true, but she could only take the gamble.
Otherwise, her St. Freya Academy might get blown up.
"!"
The tiny Overlord's eyes lit up.
"Zerg likes Theresa!"
The cheerful voice echoed through the area.
"..."
Theresa was truly too great—and too clever.
The otherwise unremarkable Valkyrie, who had been preparing to step out and steer the situation, looked at her with admiration in her eyes.
There were three Herrschers.
Yet Theresa had still said it.
As expected of someone capable of founding St. Freya Academy.
Though she usually acted unreliable and had no authority whatsoever, she was still remarkably responsible in a situation like this.
She could not compare.
It worked!
Theresa's eyes widened.
What Rita had said was true.
But how had she known?
The tip of the blade held by the pink-haired shrine maiden slowly lowered.
The Herrscher of Thunder merely sneered, but did not say anything else.
This human had taken good care of Raiden Mei.
For the sake of that coward, she would refrain from doing anything.
She had won big this time.
"Shorty, you're courting death!"
Back in Siberia, this woman had overestimated herself and stood in front of Sirin.
Sirin had not been bothered to deal with the little runt back then, casually gravely injuring her before leaving her alone.
And now she had jumped out again.
The Queen of the Void's fury continued to rise.
She had yet to receive an answer.
Yet Theresa had used an off-field trick to tempt Zerg into giving an answer that was not sincere at all.
"Herrscher of