Before Lingmeng could start running, Ellen let out a cry for some reason up ahead.
When Lingmeng looked again, Ellen, who had been sprinting flat out, had tripped on perfectly level ground.
The camera in Ellen's hand went flying into the air as she fell.
But none of that was the important part.
The important part was that Ellen was wearing a short black skirt. She had fallen face-first, with her backside raised.
Which meant... Lingmeng could see exactly what was under Ellen's skirt.
"Ah—a white lace pair."
Lingmeng froze, her eyes fixed on the sight beneath Ellen's skirt.
Without thinking, she said aloud what kind of panties Ellen was wearing.
The sight was so startling that Lingmeng forgot she had been trying to pull off Ellen's mask.
"Y-you saw...!?"
Hearing Lingmeng mutter, Ellen hurriedly covered herself, turned around, and spoke with her face burning red.
Not that Lingmeng could see it through the mask.
"I didn't. I saw nothing. Don't make things up."
Lingmeng scratched her cheek awkwardly and looked away.
Ellen scrambled to her feet and shouted.
"You obviously saw it!"
The words had barely left Ellen's mouth when—
Smack!
"Uwah!"
The camera Ellen had flung away dropped straight down and struck her square on the head.
Clutching her head in pain, Ellen saw stars and collapsed again.
She's ridiculously clumsy and kind of cute... Is she really the Strongest Wizard? Maybe I did get the wrong person.
Lingmeng looked at the photographer, who had tripped over nothing, exposed her panties, and even made such a cute noise.
She compared Ellen with the cold, powerful, imposing Strongest Wizard she remembered.
The contrast was so extreme that Lingmeng couldn't help wondering.
"Well, I can't just leave her lying there, can I?"
Muttering to herself, Lingmeng walked over to the