Pollyanna, nineteen years old.

As I said, a low rank mage, a low rank warrior, a minor character.

Without informing Sicya, the leader of the Liberty Alliance, she was semi-forced to participate in the racial holy war that was about the survival of this city-state.

......

Sicya's outstretched hand shook feebly in Pollyanna's direction -

"That ...... my honorable Miss Pollyanna ...... what are you doing here?"

Although they are not too close, and the surrounding people are still making noise, but Pollyanna still heard Sicya's words with her extraordinary hearing, and then narrowed one of her eyes, then provocatively look at him with the other eye, her eyebrows are high up, and the corners of her mouth slightly slanted to the left.

It is a very rare and frightening expression that mixed with anger, resignation, aggression, helplessness and other complex feelings.

Emile, who had been drowsy on the side, suddenly came to life and looked at Pollyanna and uttered these words.

"Yeah, what a familiar expression!"

“When have you been familiar with such a bizarre expression ......"

"Few days before, in elf clan, it is the same expression when I took Molly Ann sweetheart’s fruit and swallowed it!"

"......Lord Emile, just kill yourself ......"

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Well, forget about what happened before, Pollyanna did make then action that perfectly matched her expression.

She raised her arm and pointed at Sicya while exuding a domineering aura of a family man.

"Sicya!"

"Yes!"

Sicya responded simply and plainly.

"Get down on your knees!"

"Yes!"

Only when his own knees touched the ground did Sicya raise his head in a trance and ask in confusion, "Eh? Why?"

"Because- you -completely-forgot-about-me!"

"...... eh?"

"You were the one who wanted to break off the relationship with me before, right! You're the one who rushed to have a war without informing me, right! You are the one who made me hurt so badly regardless of my feelings, right!"

"......"

"Hmph, and those two beautiful ladies beside you, well ...... four? Whatever! Anyway, where the hell is my place!?"

"Uh ...... this ......"

"Sicya! I'm not being jealous! I just wanted to tell you!"

Pollyanna's chest rose and fell dramatically, as if she was trying to vent out her resentment -

"I want to help you out too!!!"

Her loud voice was like a thunderbolt through Sicya's eardrums.

"Pollyanna ......"

The young girl on the stage grunted coldly, no longer paying attention to Sicya, but turned to her opponent.

Faverland saw that the play was nearing its end, then smiled faintly.

"To be able to help the lovers, your affection deserves recognition, but ......"

He clenched his staff, and his heavy robe moved -

"A creep will always be a creep, even if she know about magic and martial arts, she is still just a creep."

Hearing Faverland's words, Pollyanna frowned in thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Well, I think so."

"Huh? Very self-aware, then ......"

"Then just give me some time to think about how to defeat you."

After saying this, Pollyanna actually really sat down with her legs crossed, her right hand against her chin, her left hand pressing her temples, and began to think about how to defeat Faverland.

"......"

"......"

Faverland laughed out loud helplessly, shook his head, and said "Then I will give you some time."

In fact, he also has his own plan in his heart, the consumption of Fear Awaking is really big, and because of the intervention of Anjersey, he did not have too much time to recover, now it is the best time to adjust himself.

The fast-paced racial holy war is quietly stilled in this slightly bizarre situation ......