Moments later
After managing to extort around half a pound of donut-like food from Hopkins, it took less than two minutes for the Showering Snow Sword to finish the entire bag of sweets. She wiped her mouth, and under the referee's signal, walked leisurely towards the field, all the while gulping down an unknown soda.
[Actually, I prefer cranberry flavor…]
Somewhat regretfully looking down at the half-bottle of sweet lemon soda in her hand, the white-haired girl sighed with a bit of disappointment. Then, she comforted herself from the perspective of 'it's good to have something to drink without spending money,' finally raising her head to look at her opponent for this morning.
The suspicious handsome guy had informed her that there was a high chance that a Holy Knight from the Diesel team would target her, even though he had previously made the wrong prediction that Liya Delin would target her in the semifinals, this time his warning seemed to be genuine.
