Chapitre 165: 147. Fuzzy-haired Alice

"Good morning, team leader."

"Good morning, Senior Alice."

"Good morning, Little Alice..."

....

Early in the morning, amidst familiar greetings, Alice arrived at the headquarters of the Armed Society.

The little witch seemed somewhat listless today, her small face slumped, and the twin ponytails behind her head hung limply, lacking the usual bouncy cuteness.

This sight made the passing members of the Armed Society feel somewhat concerned, wondering what was wrong with their club's little mascot today.

They wanted to step forward and ask out of concern, but it wasn't just the team leader who wore a stern face today. The dozens of team members following her also had dark expressions, gritting their teeth, which created a very oppressive atmosphere. This discouraged the average club members from actually approaching.

However, the less ordinary members naturally had no reservations.

"Hey, Little Alice, what's up with you today? You seem to have no spirit at all."