"On the contrary, tomorrow I will require Teresa to lose the competition. She can fully express herself, but she must lose in a reasonable way."
Foster smiled slightly, leisurely crossed his legs: "Indeed, I don't know how powerful the Blackfan Priest is, but I've never doubted Teresa's ability in this area. Frankly... I simply can't imagine how our [Witch] would lose."
Lian pondered for quite a while before squinting his eyes, staring at Foster: "That's quite the mean move."
"Oh? What's so mean about it?"
"To let Teresa face off directly with the Blackfan Priest; if Teresa indeed possesses the ability to easily defeat her opponent as you imagine, then the 'romance' she felt before will shatter like a bubble, leading her to doubt and disappointment about her own feelings. In this premise, if someone 'deliberately' guides it, their story might be nipped in the bud at the very beginning."
"Ah, is that so... I really am quite formidable."
