Xu Cheng held his breath.
Laila stepped forward. Though small in stature and younger than Xu Cheng, she seemed to carry considerable authority among the witches.
"Lady Laila!"
"The Frontline Messenger has delivered the cargo."
"Do we deliver it to your room?" The Battle Witches flattered Laila, as always.
Laila glanced at Xu Cheng and then turned to casually converse with the other witches.
Xu Cheng blinked, shocked and angry.
Ignoring me!!
Has she completely forgotten about me? It seems Xu Cheng is nothing more than a delivery drone, completing its task and left behind!
Childhood enmity, opposition, battles—they seem to have vanished from Laila's memory. Were we not arch-enemies?
At this moment, Laila appeared very leader-like in front of Xu Cheng, issuing orders to witches far taller than herself, with poise.
Her gaze held wisdom and rationality beyond her years, her equipment impeccable—from smart laser rifles to magic battle blades, she had it all.
