To be precise, it is not actually the Witch.
Because the person sitting in the center of the red team's command zone at this moment is undeniably this league's number one seed player, Foster Ward, rather than Theresa Tarosa, who hasn't even registered.
But that's irrelevant.
Nothing matters.
The weather is great, breakfast is delicious, His Highness Forget Language is easy to get along with, the perspective from being taller is fun, and Miss Lian's various reactions are all adorable...
It's undoubtedly a lucky and grateful day.
Instinctively raising her hand to grab her right shoulder, only to find no braid there, Theresa blinked helplessly, noting this trivial flaw.
In the past, she might have been dejected all day and lost her appetite, as she was a sensitive and delicate young girl, somewhat pretentious.
However, not today—
Today's good mood won't be spoiled by missing a braid!
