Ill Intentions

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"Are we going to leave without that girl, or wait?"

"I don't care about that arrogant bitch, but I wanted to talk to one of her 'friends', hehe…"

Even though their success was mostly attributed to 'luck', the crimson witches, and Emilia in particular, were without a doubt the greatest targets of envy for those who wished to excel in Arcadia.

In a way, they could be considered 'celebrities', though initially most of their reputation had been built on Emilia's face.

"Honestly, I wasn't expecting much of an impact, but seeing that elf-girl up close, I almost couldn't control myself."

"Right? It's totally different from looking at her face through the screen. It's like there's some aura around her that just makes her look better."

"I don't care about you guys, but I'll wait here for them to return. Maybe I can 'get to know' her better."