Asher entered the portal dome and saw the staff member who welcomed him. A hologram signaled the entrance for the participants, different from the ones people who were watching used.
“Good luck, young master,” Emmy cheered Asher, who nodded at her.
“He seems to be in a good mood,” Emmy noticed that Asher’s aura was calmer than usual.
“Let’s see, I need to find Alyssa Astaria,” Emmy went towards the girls’ area.
She saw one of the staff members and decided to ask them, “Do you know where Alyssa Astaria is? I have some items to give her.”
“Uh, I’m sorry, but you should have come with them. We cannot allow you to go inside like this,” the staff denied Emmy’s entry.
“Oh, what’s the matter?” A person came out wearing a suit.
“Oh, good morning, Professor Arman. This person wants to enter the resting rooms here,” the staff informed him.
“Emmy, it’s you!” Arman said cheerfully upon seeing Emmy.
“Ugh, I am here to deliver something inside,” Emmy asked with a weird look on her face.
“Oh, you can enter, but don’t make that face. I am not the same person anymore,” Arman said.
“Okay, so can I go now?” Emmy looked at the staff member.
“Yes, you can. The participant you are looking for is in Room No.207.” Knowing that Arman himself was allowing Emmy to enter, the staff did not obstruct her further.
Emmy left the staff and Arman and entered the hallway where all the rooms were.
“Quite a lucky fellow you are,” Arman looked at the staff member.
“Pardon?” the staff member looked confused.
“You don’t know her? She is quite famous, but she is working for the Greville family, so her face is not that well-known,” Arman said, but the staff member still looked a bit confused.
“White Mist?” Arman spoke.
“White Mist? She is the White Mist! One of the graduates of our World Academy?” The staff looked a bit shocked.
“Yeah, she is quite lawful nowadays. Back then, she would have slit your throat for stopping her while she was on a mission,” Arman said with a light chuckle.
The staff member gulped as he knew of Emmy’s reputation. Although she was not famous among the high rankers, many people below S Rank knew her name and the feats she had achieved until now.
Emmy entered Room 207 and saw many girls talking with each other. They stopped talking as they saw Emmy entering. Emmy looked around and spotted a girl sitting on the edge of her wheelchair.
“Umm, excuse me. Are you Alyssa Astaria?” Emmy quietly asked Alyssa.
“I am Alyssa. What do you need from me?” Alyssa said as she looked up to see Emmy. She was surprised because somebody came to talk to her.
“My young master wanted to send you a gift in return, so I am here to deliver a note for you,” Emmy spoke.
“A gift? I have no friends, so you are mistaking me for someone else,” Alyssa said.
“Well, you can see the note and decide,” Emmy handed over a paper note, which was rare these days, as everybody just texted each other rather than writing it on paper.
Alyssa disliked the attention that Emmy brought on her, but she could not outright refuse her. She decided to take the note and at least read it before rejecting the gift that was obviously not hers, according to her.
“Thanks for the painting. My birthday party went really well because of it. I have paid you already, but I felt it was not enough. I have sent you a little gift you might like. Use it well,” Alyssa read through the note.
“Painting? Ah-” Alyssa tried to think about it as she remembered making a painting for someone who had requested it on her alternate account.
“Wait, how did they know about my identity?” Alyssa looked up at Elyssa.
“Information these days is not that hard to find as you may think,” Emmy replied to Alyssa honestly, as Asher had told her to treat her politely.
“This is the gift that was sent to you,” Emmy handed over a vial with some bluish liquid in it.
“WAIT! Who are you?” A voice of a woman came from the Room Door.
“Why are you talking with this girl?” the woman who was sent by the Astaria family as Alyssa’s caretaker spoke.
“Well, I had some business with her,” Emmy looked at the woman and said.
“What did you give her?” The woman reached out her hand to grab the vial from Alyssa’s hand, but Emmy stopped her midway through.
“I said I had business with her, not you,” Emmy gripped the woman’s hand.
“Arghhhhh,” the woman screamed, and Emmy let go of her hand.
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“Should I care?” Emmy replied.
“What is happening?” the same staff member who had stopped Emmy arrived. He arrived here to announce that the participants should get ready as the tournament was going to start soon enough.
“Oh, you should get this woman out of here. Look what this mad woman did to my hand,” the caretaker shouted at the staff member.
“If you have any problem with her, you can complain to the Greville family. Don’t bother us,” the staff member gave an annoyed look at the woman who had a pale face learning about Emmy’s identity.
The Grevilles were famous for their ruthless personality that even the elite families stayed away from them most of the time to not invite any troubles. And there were even rumors that even the people who worked for them were cold-blooded killers.
“I think you should escort this woman out, or I can help her,” Emmy said, but she could not use mana because that was against the rules of the World Academy, and she did not want to bring trouble to the Grevilles.
“I will leave myself!” The woman shouted as she left the room.
‘That ugly girl can take care of herself. I was not paid enough for this,’ she thought.
It was true that Alexander had not even bothered to get a good caretaker for Alyssa, and this is why such a careless person was appointed to help Alyssa.
“Umm, thank you for helping me there, but what is in this vial?” Alyssa, who saw the whole event and even heard the name Greville, deduced who the sender of this gift was.
‘This might be my chance,’ Alyssa thought in her mind.
“This is a potion that could help with mana circulation and could heal a few damaged mana veins and help to heal internal injuries,” Emmy explained to Alyssa.
“What?” Alyssa was shocked, but she kept her voice low so that nobody could hear what they were talking about.
Emmy was standing in front of Alyssa, so the rest of the girls who were looking in their direction could neither see nor hear them. Emmy had carefully voiced herself so that Alyssa’s identity and the potion remained a secret. Although it was only a healing potion, rumors could spread, so Emmy decided to be careful about it.
“I was told only to deliver it and tell you to consume it if you are serious about this tournament,” Emmy said, turning and leaving before Alyssa could ask her other questions.
“Who is this girl?” the girls started chatting with each other, speculating Alyssa’s identity.
Meanwhile, Alyssa, who had turned her wheelchair to avoid the stares she was getting, was looking at the small vial in her hands.
“Should I drink it?” Alyssa looked at the potion.
She decided to drink it after all, as she knew that this might be the only chance she could get to fix the current problem she was facing. Her injuries were not only the scar on her face or her injured legs. Her strange illness was even messing her up from the insides, and over the years of not consuming expensive medicines, her health was very bad.
“Ugh, so bitter,” Alyssa clenched onto the vial as the taste of this potion was too bitter for her.
“But it feels a lot better now. I might be able to compete at my fullest now!” Alyssa was happy, and her eyes shone as she looked at the empty vial in her hand. The potion was already working on healing Alyssa’s body, but her illness was not something a simple potion could heal.
“Rank A potion, huh,” Arman, who was secretly checking the potion that Emmy gave to Alyssa to see whether it was an item that could harm the integrity of the tournament or not, remarked.
A shadow-like thing got back at Arman’s feet and got absorbed into his shadow.
“Quite an expensive thing to give, and especially to that person. Heir of the Greville, huh,” Arman thought about Asher.
Asher, who had already arrived at his room, was sitting quietly as many other participants in his room recognized him already but stayed away from him because of his cold gaze and indifferent look.
“The tournament will start soon. Please get ready,” a staff member came to inform them, and all the participants stood up to leave and arrive at their next location.
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“The tournament will start soon. Please get ready,” a staff member informed the participants.
A white-haired boy stood up.
“Don’t get too cocky in there, Whiteheart boy,” a boy with green hair spoke.
“You’re not even my target, Sam Allister,” Kevin said as he stared at Sam.
“We’ll see,” a smirk appeared on Sam’s face as he looked down upon Kevin.
