Harriet faced Olivia Lanche, who stood across from her, wearing a faint smile. Unlike the tension on Harriet’s face, Olivia’s expression exuded confidence and ease. Harriet couldn’t stand that arrogant demeanor.0

‘Was I like that once?’ she wondered.0

There was a time when everything in the world seemed trivial and laughable compared to herself. Having been born into a position in which everything was predetermined, she couldn’t understand why people struggled so desperately. 0

Instead of trying to understand them, she used to mock them. Even up to this point, she couldn’t say that she had completely abandoned that part of herself, but she realized she needed to change.0

Her opponent was arrogant. Despite being known as a selfless person, as her nickname “Saintess of Eredian” suggested, Olivia acted despicably when it came to anything related to Reinhart. She openly picked fights with Ellen and intentionally ignored Harriet. 0

That subtle smile which she used to provoke others while hiding her true intentions infuriated Harriet.0

Harriet knew her chances of winning were slim. She had seen that monster fight. But her mask, that disgustingly thick, hypocritical facade… She wanted to tear it off, even just once. 0

Her feelings were born out of anger, frustration, or sheer determination. She wouldn’t let Olivia continue to look down on her with that expression forever.0

The announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium.0

—Now, on to the next quarterfinal match, the final match of Group C! Let’s begin!0

Olivia Lanche looked at Harriet calmly. 0

“I don’t like dragging things out. I’ll finish this quickly,” she said.0

Blue mana enveloped Olivia’s body, shrouding her in a dense aura. Harriet found Olivia’s...0