Ellen: Rice Ball, I Hate You

She had only brought a Small Realizer. Although, for the world's strongest wizard, if she truly wanted to, she could deploy a Territory even without equipping Pendragon.

But would that be useful in this situation?

If you lost the battle, why not look for problems with yourself?

Then let me ask you: the enemy was a Spirit at full strength, while I only had a Small Realizer.

How was I supposed to win? Fight them with my head?

My Pendragon wasn't even with me, and my only teammate was the Phantom Beast Bandersnatch.

Then let me ask you, taking ten thousand steps back, even if I had equipped Pendragon, would I have had even the slightest chance of winning?

The enemy just had to activate her Angel, then biu biu biu—

That Spirit's spiritual power seemed utterly inexhaustible.

What was I supposed to use to win? Fight her with my head?

Every Phantom Beast teammate got instantly taken out—one at a time, two at a time.

You keep picking at my identity as the world's strongest wizard. Why can't you see the vast difference in hardware between our sides? Answer me! Look in my eyes, tell me why!

Ellen's mind was a complete mess. It was utterly baffling, but she understood one thing: if she kept clashing head-on now, even more trouble would definitely come down on her.

As she adjusted her breathing, Ellen felt that she had figured it out.

Moonlight spilled across her golden hair and over her expressionless face, where her tightly pursed lips conveyed utter despair.

The world's strongest wizard, Ellen Mira Mathers, performed a standard, impeccable French military salute at that moment.

Huanyue immediately found it rather boring. Looking playfully at Ellen's utterly spiritless appearance, she mocked her.

"Hmm... shouldn't you be putting on that