A tall young woman with dark-brown long hair and eyes rushed over to Letro and covered her mouth in shock at the sight of the state that a single punch from Zoemi left him.
She wasn't wearing a dress nor the servant attire but clothes more akin to a soldier's uniform, which was a rather unique choice for someone who only came by to watch but was completely understandable for a tournament participant who wanted the most practical clothes to fight in.
"Ah, I see. Letro's daughter, right? Remind him about the bet he lost and to never badmouth my father."
The black-haired boy waved to her while channeling his mana into earth spells and fixing the broken arena with ar more efficiency than before – enough efficiency to make some earth magician straight up envious.
"Father...!"
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