The next day on Fire Island, Thira had already begun preparing for her Level 10 promotion.
"Turn around," Thira said.
Aske: ???
Have you developed a fear of eye contact?
He glanced at Nora, who was smiling slyly beside him, sighed, and headed toward the manor.
Nora watched his retreating figure, then looked down and said,
"So, Thira, are you ready?"
"Do you know everything, Nora?" Thira asked cautiously.
"Yes, I do," Nora replied cheerfully, "But since yesterday was an accident, there's nothing we can do about it."
Thira: ..........
Even though she said there was nothing we could do, why do I feel like she's going to strangle me in a minute?
She opened the "Storm IV" Magic Potion given by her grandfather, fell silent for a moment, then tilted her head back and drank it.
In an instant, fierce air flowed from every pore of her body, surrounding her completely within seconds, forming a cyclone-like swirl.
