Lin Xiaolu sat at her desk, staring blankly at her hands.
Only the desk lamp was on in the room, making it rather dim. Her field of vision was extremely limited, but Lin Xiaolu was not paying attention to any of that right now.
She had lost.
That was the only thought in her mind.
Filled with the desire to teach the other girl a lesson and tell her, "Don't look down on other people," she had accepted what had seemed like an incredibly simple contest. Then, without any suspense, she lost.
Most importantly, even after winning, the other girl's expression had not changed at all, as though beating her had simply been a matter of course. Her calmness was infuriating.
But what could getting angry accomplish? A loss was a loss. The defeated had no room to argue.
What had happened before she lost? Honestly, Lin Xiaolu still had not figured it out.
She only remembered accepting White Thistle's invitation, transforming, then copying her method and forming a simple ball of mana in her hand before charging forward with complete confidence.
There was no other reason. When it came to the quality and quantity of mana alone, she was stronger than ordinary Magical Girls.
Being stuck at the Seed Stage and unable to break through was certainly a bad thing, but misfortune had its blessings. Her mana had not stopped growing. More than that, it seemed to have formed a kind of high-pressure effect, giving her mana something akin to "refinement." Specifically, with the same amount of mana, the damage she caused would be far greater.
Then, as long as a Magical Girl in the Blossoming stage was not too far beyond her, this "refined" mana should theoretically be no weaker than anyone else's.
Before this, Lin Xiaolu had