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"Tsk, the fog on the river of time is pretty thick today,"

It wasn't until Dorothy's pupils regained focus that she thought this to herself.

It could only be said that her inspiration was feeling generous today, but not entirely so. Although the divination was indeed successful, the clarity of the vision she saw in her future sight was even worse than a photo taken by a door lock.

The excessively dense fog obscured too much, and in the end, she could only make out some rather fragmented and hazy images.

One was of Stage number 44, and the other was of a tall figure with snow-white lion-like mane and eyes red as blood. The dazzling red blood stained her snowy fur, and that blemish of pure white was the clearest element in this round of future sight.

It's just too bad the fog was really thick, so Dorothy didn't get to see the face of that unknown character from the otherworldly races. But, judging from the mosaic-quality silhouette that she could make out, it was likely to be one of those big sisters with nice figures that she favored.

Nice...

Just thinking about it made Dorothy's heart burst with joy, and she quickly operated the Crystal Ball Remote Control to switch the stage to number 44.

"Ah, isn't this a combat zone?"

The homebody witch was slightly surprised when she saw the theme of the stage.

It was an arena designed to look like a combat site.

But the thing is, wasn't she looking for a maid to help clean up the club's premises this time? Why shove a combat-oriented servant at me, I'm not fighting right now. What do I need combat power for, or is it now that maids can't earn their keep without fighting skills?

Dorothy was filled with question marks.

"Tsk, I knew relying on these unexpected laws wasn't reliable. What kind of thing have you given me now?"

She complained in her mind, but after a moment of thought, decided to continue watching. After all, she held a certain reverence for fate.

It was just that the snowy figure she had just seen hadn't yet appeared on the stage; currently, the arena was entreating a duel between two figures—a strong and muscular Minotaur girl with an adorable face, and a Centaur Knight in full heavy armor obscure enough to hide her features, though the armor's chest structure suggested this Knight was also female.

Ah, a bull versus horse battle?

This piqued Dorothy's interest and amused her.

However, as she watched, she quickly grew bored. To others, the martial prowess of these otherworldly combatants might seem decent, but to her, it was pitiful. She felt like a cultivator from a novel watching a martial arts tournament—a clear case of punching down.

This is considered elite?

The notion that these were considered elite among the otherworldly races made Dorothy speechless.

Fine, she now had a new understanding of the gap between normal creatures of the otherworldly races and witches. It couldn't be described simply as a huge disparity; this was more like the gap between the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

If Dorothy had to put her feelings into words at this moment, it would probably be: Stop, don't fight anymore.jpg

The two girls seemed to be fighting valiantly and were evenly matched, with the Minotaur's totem pole creating a fierce wind, and the Centaur Girl's Knight's Lance as fast as lightning. But to Dorothy, this was no duel; clearly, it was just two people awkwardly dancing.

Her eyes could instantly spot 32 mistakes in the Minotaur girl's staff technique, missing 8 opportunities to defeat her opponent. The Centaur Girl wasn't much better, with 17 mistakes and 9 missed chances.

Watching this only served to skyrocket Dorothy's blood pressure. She suddenly understood why her mother was so irritable and heavy-handed during their special training sessions.

Sigh, who knew watching novices bumble could be such an effective treatment for low blood pressure?

Thinking of the way her mother used to watch her perform Combat Magic, probably with the same feeling of watching chickens pecking at each other as Dorothy felt now, a sudden guilt toward her own mother welled up in the homebody witch's heart.

"Sorry, Mom, I used to think you had a bad temper. I was wrong about you. Now I see you were incredibly patient, not directly killing us 'chickens' during training," she thought apologetically.

At the same time, Dorothy suddenly became interested in that snowy figure she had seen in her Future Sight.

After all, the battle area was almost turning into a cringe dance-off, and since their combat power seemed hopeless, fate must have guided her here to find someone who surely had some other kind of Talent, she reasoned.

Yes, that must be it.

Dorothy comforted herself with this thought, afraid she might not be able to resist changing the channel right away.

Fortunately, the battle below ended quickly, with the Minotaurs claiming victory.

In the end, the Minotaur girl abandoned her Totem Pole, went in for a bear hug followed by a body slam, and tossed the Centaur Girl head over hooves to win.

Honestly, this Minotaur sister might not have cared about her lousy stick, and if she had thrown punches earlier, she probably would have won sooner; her talent in boxing was clearly much better than in stick fighting.

When those two left the stage and new contenders stepped up, Dorothy looked again, her eyes filled with slight disappointment.

This time, one was a seemingly harmless and slender Rabbit Person, and the other a Harpy, but not the person Dorothy was looking for.

Feeling curious, she wondered if Lionfolk females also had the same kind of fluffy manes as the males, as the silhouette she saw in her Future Sight seemed to suggest.

Strange.

As Dorothy was wandering in her thoughts, the duel down on the stage had already ended. When the homebody witch turned her attention back to the stage, she only caught sight of a fading bright full moon and the tall bunny girl with lion-like fluffy hair, her figure stained with blood.

Dorothy: "???"

Dammit, I was just spacing out, what did I miss?

"Big Sister, look at Arena 44, I found 'The Pure White' stained red with blood, she looks so strong," Alice said, tugging excitedly at her sleeve.

But at that moment, Dorothy was too lazy to pay attention to her sister. She just frowned at the sight of the bunny girl and the increasingly blurry full moon above her head.

"Damn, Martial Soul?" she muttered uncertainly.

"Oh god, a Moonlit Lionheart Rabbit? Go for it, Dorothy, that's a legendary Top Combatant Race, you have to get her," urged Hat Senior Sister from above her head.

Ah well... all right then...

Dorothy subconsciously maneuvered the Crystal Ball Remote Control to cast her vote.

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