The Quesenta female mages' hostility toward Manx was obvious.
Already at odds because of their conflicting identities, they did not hesitate to join forces against the delicate-looking young girl before them.
That determination made it instantly clear to onlookers that the soul fragment on Manx had to be the largest one among this group.
Before the people on their own side could determine a victor, they wanted to suppress this minor first.
Jason stood stiffly in the middle of a group of curvaceous women... more than one of them reached out to touch his face and gave his broad chest a couple of squeezes.
As for Manx... even the jewels in her hair could not make her head rise above the necks of these female mages.
Anger finally appeared on the little face that had always worn such a mysterious smile. "You! Stay away from me!"
"Hehe..." A female mage draped in thin red gauze, her loose hair trailing all the way to her ankles, lightly covered the corner of her mouth with the back of her left hand. The cinnabar beauty mark above her lips was especially striking. "Why are you so angry?
Who knows whether we might end up back in the same body someday?
Shouldn't we get along first, so our souls don't start fighting later?
Right?
Miss Manx, third-circle mage."
"Heh~ Is being a third-circle mage at eight all that impressive? Who doesn't have a few?" Another red-gauze mage beside her chimed in softly, her cold, beautiful face full of disdain.
"Don't be like that... maybe she'll become Transcendent as soon as she comes of age!" Another girl, dignified in appearance and elegant in manner, tried to soothe them with a gentle expression.
Yet no matter how gentle they appeared, it could not conceal the fact