"Miss Doris, are you alright? Continuing?"
Confident Hilia, seeing the Doris Puppet sent flying by a kick and making no further moves, couldn't help but remind her.
She had already played her confidence card: "Free training time isn't over yet, hurry up and get your puppet up."
"You..."
Doris glared angrily at Hilia.
Originally wanting Hilia to understand the meaning of gap, now she had ended up shattering her own mindset.
With a chaotic heart, the only option was to let the puppet fight on its own to continue the battle.
A puppet acting on its own might defeat a mage, but it couldn't win against a puppet of the same level assisted by a mage—so losing was inevitable.
"Since you want to continue, then let's continue."
Doris's puppet stood up again, the longsword spinning, erupting in roaring flames, and traces of wind appeared around it; the fire blew up two meters high in the wind!
