All right, she saw three familiar figures: her own little sister, her junior, and Madeline.

"Why did they all run over here too?"

The homebody witch thought with some confusion.

However, her gaze lingered on this spot not because of the three sisters, but because of another figure not far from them.

It was a girl with beautiful, lovely golden hair, but her delicate little face always carried a faint air of melancholy, making her look like an abandoned kitten or puppy, full of untold stories.

Nibelungen?

Dorothy recognized the girl’s identity, and at once she turned her head to ask the mount-aunt beside her.

"Do you know that Miss Nibelungen over there?"

According to what Bellagara had said earlier, this mysterious witch who suddenly appeared might actually be the strongest opponent in tonight’s Kengan Tournament. It was just a pity that it seemed there would be no chance to fight her tonight.

Hearing this, Sitle followed the homebody witch’s line of sight and looked over there as well, then subconsciously widened her eyes for a moment, but soon slightly furrowed her brows.

"Master, I advise you not to get involved with her in any way, and don’t get too curious about her either. That won’t do you any good."

A hint of disgust and wariness flashed in her eyes as she answered.

"Uh, you really do know her?"

Dorothy was a bit surprised. After all, Bellagara had had absolutely no information before. She’d just asked casually and hadn’t expected this mount-aunt to actually know anything, but now it seemed she had underestimated the Golden Country’s intel network.

"Then tell me about her."

Dorothy naturally didn’t take Sitle’s warning to heart; rather, the warning only made her even more curious.

Sigh, that’s just human nature: give someone a button and solemnly tell them never to press it, and at that point there’s only one choice left.

And that is to press it without hesitation.

On this, Elder Radiant Dragon could only feel helpless—after all, the other party was her Master.

"The Ultimate Weapon Nibelungen. She’s the Deathwing Legion’s secret weapon. I really didn’t expect them to even send that thing out this time."

She said so.

"Uh, Ultimate Weapon?"

Hearing that title, Dorothy also froze for a moment. She carefully looked at the mysterious girl standing quietly in the corner not far away, who seemed indifferent to everything around her. Not even Dorothy’s earlier demolition of the Arena had stirred any emotional ripple in her. Dorothy really couldn’t see a single thing about this girl that could be linked to such a terrifying name as Ultimate Weapon.

So this is what they mean by you can’t judge a book by its cover?

That said, this Ultimate Weapon Girl setup was indeed very handy. The combination of a frail girl and a horrific killing machine was just too classic.

The homebody witch also recalled the scene from the duel footage she’d seen before, where the witch fighting Nibelungen had been so scared she dropped to her knees and begged for mercy before the match even started.

Mm, that really did have a bit of an Ultimate Weapon vibe.

"She doesn’t look all that dangerous. How’d she get that nickname? Tell me what else you know."

Dorothy’s curiosity had now been completely hooked.

Hearing this question, Sitle let out a cold laugh tinged with disgust.

"You can’t see anything just looking at the skin. That skin is just a scabbard hiding the blade. The real Ultimate Weapon is sealed inside this poor child’s body."

"Roughly a little over two hundred years ago, the Wings of Death carried out a secret weapon test. I don’t know the detailed specifics of that experiment, but I heard it went horribly wrong. They Summoned from the Underworld an Ancient Corpse that had fallen during the Great Expedition. That corpse went berserk and nearly wiped out half of the Deathwing Legion. In the end it took the Sage of Deathwing personally taking the field to subdue that out-of-control Ancient Corpse and seal it away."

"Mm, and the vessel for that seal is this Miss Nibelungen. She just happened to be born at that time—new life and death, perfect opposites—which you could call Fate, I guess. From then on, this so-called Lucky One who holds the Strength of an Ancient Corpse enough to rival a Sage became the Four-Winged Legion’s Ultimate Weapon."

Elder Radiant Dragon explained in a tone full of yin-yang sarcasm and contempt.

In response, Dorothy just looked at her somewhat oddly.

"Uh, looking at you, you actually seem pretty sympathetic toward this Miss Nibelungen. You of all people still have that kind of compassion?"

She was genuinely surprised by this.

After all, this Mount Auntie is the textbook vicious supporting actress. Where was this compassion when you were bullying Senior Mia before?

Sitle: "..."

Damn it, what the hell do you take me for? What did I ever do to you? It’s you who keeps targeting me nonstop, okay? And you still dare to play the victim first?

The Elder Radiant Dragon stared in utter disbelief.

Does this little Master seriously have zero self-awareness? Put me next to you and anyone with eyes can tell who the real bad guy is, okay?

And why the hell can’t I like kids? Radiant Dragons are Dragon-types with the Earth Mother Goddess’s Divinity to begin with, okay?

What, just because I went after that brat Mia, suddenly I’m the villain now? Hehe da, and that Evil Dragon girl is automatically the good guy? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Imagine you have a family company: your cousin is the chairwoman, your little niece is the CEO. Back in the day you lost the chairman seat to your cousin and could only stay on as a board member. Then one day your little niece suddenly runs over and says she’s found some high-potential true love. To support her Love, she doesn’t mind betting the entire company on the line, and even secretly embezzles a huge chunk of company funds to help that blond pretty boy start a business. Tell me you wouldn’t be pissed off?

And the first thing that blond pretty boy says when he sees you is to look down his nose at you and call you "Old Deng." You expect me to still smile at him?

Sitle was tired; she didn’t want to talk. Winner takes all, loser eats dirt—at this point she had to admit that Mia really had viciously sharp eyes. This young lady truly was an extraordinary potential stock.

And she finally figured out why her Sage cousin had also refused to support Mia’s pursuit of true Love. Before, she’d thought Victoria, like her, despised this young lady for being a lowly half-witch. But thinking back now, her cousin had probably long since seen how unusual this girl was. She was afraid that once the young lady got together with Mia, the Golden Country might no longer bear the surname Astoros, but change to Yemengade instead.

Dammit, in terms of vision she’d lost yet again to that mother–daughter pair who always looked down on her.

So what if they’re geniuses? She hated geniuses the most.

Sitle thought this with a tiny, aggrieved pout in her heart, having forgotten the fact that while her business sense was trash, her Alchemy and Combat talent was also the real-deal genius level.

Meanwhile, Dorothy carefully thought back over her previous showdown with this Mount Auntie.

Uh... thinking it through, the one who’d actually been pressing people step by step had been that Fairy King guy, and now she was still teasing the poor woman nonstop.

Oh no, turns out the real villain was me all along.

Whatever, a villain’s a villain. Being bad actually feels pretty damn good. Meh, at worst she’d just treat this Mount Auntie a bit more politely later.

Anyway, the whole "mount" thing was just to scare her; it’s not like she was actually shameless enough to ride a witch as a mount. She was a staunch supporter of the Equality Faction, okay.

But back to the point, this Nibelungen girl really screamed "protagonist material" to her.

I mean, she’s literally an Evil-Thing Human Pillar already.

Still, with a villain Halo on her head right now, she’d better not provoke a beauty who had main-character potential—especially when she was in fact eyeing the girl’s ancestral secret technique.

Dorothy rubbed her chin, pondered for a moment, and finally gave up on the tempting idea of going over to flirt with this lost little girl.

She already had enough on her plate as it was; better not get herself tangled up in more trouble.

"Tsk tsk tsk, since we can’t continue the Duel, let’s just head back first."

That was what Dorothy was thinking.

It was a pity that the setup Senior Mia had worked so hard to build for her to make a huge profit had failed to play out to the end, but that’s life. How could every plan possibly reach full Completion?

Besides, even though she hadn’t gotten the secret techniques of those four families, she still had some gains.

She glanced at the still super-aggrieved Sitle next to her. This was a genuine Alchemy Master, okay. Not only could she be squeezed hard for "juice," once she was squeezed dry she could be thrown into the Warship Workshop to tighten screws.

Dorothy had already been thinking these past two days about recruiting some Alchemist Witches anyway. In theory she could solo-build ships, and small toys like the White Dragon Warship were still fine to handcraft. But if you wanted her to singlehandedly crank out a true super-giant Warship, that would literally work her to death.

Magical part-timer, get.

All in all, this round was not a loss.

...Homebody Witch blood-earning in progress...