After the competition ended, Aslit walked into a dark corner and used Teleportation Magic to return to a temporary cave residence.
She removed her mask, sat cross-legged on a stone, and took out a ring engraved with a bat design.
A burst of Black Magic erupted from her fingertip, injected into the ring, and a Black Mist emerged, transforming into a fluttering bat.
The bat hovered around Aslit, and a mature female voice came from the bat's mouth:
"The results are out."
"Hmm," Aslit replied softly.
"Originally, I should congratulate you, but it seems you're not very happy."
The bat stared intently at Aslit, whose expression didn't lie.
The war of revenge was even duller than Aslit had imagined.
Why would her family treat such a cowardly person as a treasure to be nurtured?
Yet someone as strong, ambitious, and hardworking as herself never received the family's recognition and attention?
