On the other side, Ailin, the noble girl with golden eyes on the British National Team, stepped forward of her own accord.
"Let me go. We fought their National Pavilion Team before, and one of their students was quite strong. I imagine he'll be playing," Ailin said with a bright smile.
Their mentor, Sebastian, frowned slightly. "I don't think they'll deploy their strongest force in the first match."
The World Academy Competition was a contest of information.
An inconsequential opening match, against a Chinese National Team that had failed to advance last time—Sebastian saw no need for Ailin to participate.
"It's our first match. We should still win in style."
Smiling, Ailin turned and walked to the competitors' area, paying no heed to her mentor's words.
"..."
Only this little princess enjoyed that sort of privilege.
"It's fine, sir. Let Ailin play. Plenty of people back home are hoping to see her compete," said Shade, a Summoning System mage.
Sebastian said no more about it and began making arrangements. "Ailin, Shade, Hebron, Robert, Lawrence—you five will start. For the first match, I don't want any of you using your third system."
Four of the five starters had fought at China's National Pavilion before.
Shade and Hebron exchanged a glance and shrugged helplessly.
He still remembered after all this time? What a petty bastard!
"This starting lineup could easily lose," Ailin said, pouting in dissatisfaction.
When they had fought the Chinese National Pavilion Team, Mo Fan had carried three teammates and knocked Shade, Hebron, and Robert out of the match.
Although Mo Fan had probably gone all out, and the three of them had underestimated him a little, that was enough to show the gap in their strength.
Ailin had no desire to clean up their mess.
"Then Zhe Luo will