"What are you doing—"
Both Li Ang and Andasu, who was peeking at him from the side, were somewhat surprised by Othella's sudden action.
"What? Reluctant to let it go?"
Othella lifted her small face, her elegant yet childish face full of a provocative expression.
When Li Ang glanced over, she immediately glared back, seemingly waiting for him to get angry so that she could naturally get into a fight with him.
"No, do whatever you want, it's just a byproduct of practice anyway."
"Oh, really? I thought you'd be crying about letting it go."
Li Ang rubbed his temples, changing his opinion slightly, realizing that Othella was not just a battle-crazy middle-schooler, but also a bratty imp.
Othella played with the Alchemy Bottle with her long, slender fingers, looking extraordinarily agile and dazzling.
