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"So, it's not that I'm in any hurry at all," Jiang Kehan said to herself quietly, smiling.
"It's just that the future keeps beckoning to me, urging me to stride forward."
Having witnessed something so wonderful, how could the ever-restless witch possibly restrain herself?
She laughed loudly, then nodded readily, responding to the clamor within her heart, once again recklessly attempting to shatter all obstacles and criticisms.
With a miracle, she stepped onto the stage that belonged to her!
However, after returning to the room that Sherlock Mikkelsen had arranged for the two of them...
Since the two had nothing better to do, Angela casually took out her prepared spellbook and potions, stared at Jiang Kehan, and said this.
"Although it's a bit like trying to fix things after the fact, I don't think we really need these spells to deal with the witch at the ball."
"After all, this can't really be considered a real battle."
"But the battlefield a few months from now will not be so peaceful, Kehan, I will keep a close eye on your study progress."
"If you fail to achieve my predetermined goals, I will not send you to the battlefield to die, even if I have to forcibly take you with me. Do you have that resolve?"
Jiang Kehan looked at Angelie, whose eyes were unusually serious and uncompromising.
So she responded seriously.
"Of course, I'm not the clumsy witch I used to be anymore."
Perhaps still not as good as Angela Terry, or Sherlock Mikkelsen and other perverts.
However, Jiang Kehan, who possesses the combined talents of hundreds of seemingly ordinary great witches, believes that she is absolutely capable of fulfilling the other party's requirements.
Unless Angeli deliberately makes things difficult for her.
However, the possibility of the proud Angela being so difficult is even lower than if she suddenly turned into a love-struck fool.
Moreover, Jiang Kehan genuinely trusted the other party, which was why she was so stubborn.
Just as Angela Terri naturally assumed that Jiang Kehan would never misunderstand her.
Unbeknownst to them, the two had already developed a tacit understanding that didn't need to be explained.
Thus began the increasingly heated lesson that left Jiang Kehan somewhat bewildered.
It wasn't that she was stupid, but rather that Angela had clearly revealed all her secrets this time. Some of her magical concepts were even more profound and abstract than the various modern magical theories.
It focuses on one thing, and it doesn't sound like human language.
Jiang Kehan could only endure the pain and pleasure, sweating profusely as she began her tutoring journey, under Angela's disapproving gaze.
The ball began the next day.
Chapter 486 How could a ball where the sun never sets be complete without French jokes?
Soothing music accompanied by faint footsteps.
After a few crisp clinks, the liquid swayed, and the raised wine glass became mere decoration; only the sharp, confrontational gaze was the undisputed protagonist.
And so the ball began, with toasts mingling and soft light casting shadows, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
Sherlock Mikkelsen emerged from behind the curtain, his right hand no longer resting on the hilt of his sword, but instead tucked into his chest, and bowed slightly.
She looked up, a narrow, slightly pleased smile curving her lips, and spoke softly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to see you all at this time."
"It's a bit of a shame that we couldn't invite our rivals, those somewhat rude Fran witches, to the ball."
"However, if they come, they'll probably just mutter about victory and honor, iron and blood, and then they'll make a complete mess of the ball."
Sherlock Mikkelsen straightened up and shrugged dismissively.
Soft laughter rose and fell from below, but Sherlock Mikkelsen did not laugh. She waited for the laughter to subside before looking down at the witches below, her tone becoming solemn.
"Everyone, we all know that victory is nothing but an illusion, and honor is nothing but a fleeting moment of brilliance."
"Only those of us who are born from the ashes, who trample death and failure over time, are true warriors."
"The British Empire never values glory, because we have experienced many setbacks and know all too well that no one can be glorious forever."
"But what the enemy didn't know was that after each curtain fell, the sun's corpse still hung high in the sky!"
"Then, they will stop at nothing to set off the next fire and make a comeback."
Sherlock Mikfan gazed at each silent witch with a look of regret and a touch of melancholy.
"The Flandre Witch always accuses us of hypocrisy, while the America Witch complains that we are domineering and unscrupulous."
"It seems that in their eyes, we are always just foxes in wolf's clothing, resorting to tricks and schemes when facing strong enemies, and acting tyrannically when facing the weak."
"But...do you even care?"
Sherlock Mikfan spread his arms wide and questioned loudly!
"Do you really care about their contempt, their disgust? Ladies!!!"
"As long as we hold the fruit tightly in our hands, swallow it, and let it transform into our own surging blood, strengthening our bodies and will."
So what if they despise me? So what if they hate me?
"They will only be left further and further behind by us, reduced to nothing more than a noisy dog on the side of the road."
"So ladies, don't be afraid of failure, and don't be afraid of failure."
"Step forward, draw your swords, and challenge us! The fruits of your labor are right before your eyes. Can you really ignore them?"
Sherlock Mikkelsen bowed slightly, smiled, left behind his last words, and turned to leave, completely handing the stage over to the bewildered witches.
The atmosphere was like sawdust sprinkled with scorching sparks, spiraling out of control.
Jiang Kehan and Angela sat on the edge of the ball, watching this scene with mixed feelings.
“I must say, Sherlock Mikefan is quite adept at bewitching people,” Angela said softly, then looked at Jiang Kehan with a somewhat solemn expression.
"But she's right, the stage has been set for you, and whether you succeed or fail, you have no choice but to step forward."
Jiang Kehan raised her head, her gaze composed. She merely glanced at the various witches at the ball and spoke thus.
"Could you introduce me to my opponent, Angela?"
"At least let me know that defeating someone can silence the rest of us."
uh-huh?
Angela raised an eyebrow slightly. She thought Jiang Kehan would be a little nervous, but the beauty in front of her was only calm.
This is really… She shook her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips, feeling even more satisfied with Jiang Kehan.
Then, Angela took Jiang Kehan's hand and pointed to a witch wearing an iron bird beak mask who had remained silent.
The other party seemed to have looked back from the calamities of the Middle Ages and come to reality, with a torrent of decay and death rushing behind them.
"Mudra Kane, a witch who lingers at the gates of the end, whose path is a death of despair."
"Of course, you can simply understand it as a butcher who inflicts despair on others and then obliterates that despair along with them."
"The filthy blood that died at her hands, that is, the blood of many other witches, is considerable."
Jiang Kehan stared at Mudra Kane. Witches kept walking past her, but none of them dared to linger near her. So, in the midst of the lively and bustling ball, she appeared somewhat aloof.
"Is she a witch from the cult school?"
“She’s actually a witch who belongs to both the forbidden and the orthodox factions, and is also slightly skilled in the origin faction,” Angela said.
"Although the number of the Peak Witches of the Sun Never Sets is the largest among several empires, there is only one outlier like Mudra Kane."
"In terms of potential alone, she could even be compared to the Dragon Princess, and she is even more skilled in combat."
Even more extreme than Sherlock Mikfan, if Sherlock Mikfan was only good at fighting, then Mudra Kane was only good at slaughtering.
She never holds back; any witch who fights her is either killed or crippled, and some even need months to recover.
That's why other witches would deliberately avoid dueling with her.
A witch who dares to challenge Mudra Kane and wins will undoubtedly outshine the entire ball, not to mention that Jiang Kehan's current strength is only that of a Great Witch.
"Can I fight?" Jiang Kehan questioned herself, and then came to a very clear answer.
Yes, but they will almost certainly lose.
The opponent is already very close to the realm of the End Witch, while Jiang Kehan, using all her current methods, can at most fight to a draw with a normal half-step End Witch.
Is it necessary to get vaccinated?
Jiang Kehan glanced around and it was clear that even the other witches naturally excluded Mudra Kane from the category of noble duels, and could completely ignore him just like them.
If she fights a few more battles with other witches who are halfway to the end, she might still be able to outshine everyone at the ball and fulfill Sherlock Mikfan's conditions.
and so……
After a brief silence, Jiang Kehan suddenly asked.
"Even if I lose, Angeli, you can quickly heal those remaining injuries, after all, you are a true master of the forbidden school."
Injuries caused by advanced spells from the Forbidden Faction are among the very few that even the Life Emblem cannot completely heal.
It could even be said that these spells were originally developed to figure out how to completely kill another witch.
"Of course you can, but if you lose, it will definitely have some impact on your mentality."
"I don't actually recommend that you engage in a noble duel with her directly."
Angela shrugged, her tone sincere.
“But if you wish, my lady of the office.”
“I’ll always be behind you, so… go ahead and try, until you’re tired, then I’ll allow you to rest on my lap for a short while.”
Chapter 487 The Dragon Bows, Rose Draws Her Gun
Jiang Kehan didn't rush to start a duel, but instead watched the other witches' duels with Angeli.
The ball itself lasts for a day and a night, and the number of witches attending the ball is not that many.
Even if all the witches take turns appearing once, there will still be plenty of time left.
Furthermore, aristocratic duels tend to be more of a program in ballrooms, rather than a stage specifically for resolving grudges and fighting fiercely.
Therefore, the entire ball only had one dueling arena, so there was no use in rushing.