Many years later, in Emile and Molly Ann's adventure diary, there will be a heavy stroke written like this -

It was when Emile was still considered one of the top three most powerful mages on the entire continent.

It was when Molly Ann was still a student at the School of Balancing.

It was during a seemingly insignificant "ping-pong" match organized by the continent's strongest mage, the Stardust Diviner Damia.

It was a tense moment in the match.

The opponents were two arch-rivals who had probably just met for the first time.

The victim was our beautiful and intelligent protagonist - Emile.

She was hit by a ping-pong ball that had a magic called Chaotic Scatter and was known for its appearance of black flames but actually had no temperature.

Most of the people nearby were drawn to the loud commotion caused by this ball and unconsciously focused their gaze on Emile -

Well, of course, even though this ball was struck with the determination of a mid-level mage that could rival a High Rank mage, it was not enough to impress Emile, who could catch boulders barehanded and effortlessly cut through artifacts with her Super Saiyan mod activated at any time. Even though Emile didn't bother to block the ball, it only brushed smoothly against her cheek, leaving behind a silver strand of hair as its mark.

To be precise, a large chunk of hair.

Those soft and long strands of silver hair shimmered gently in the bright sunlight, swaying and dancing with the momentum, resembling an elf in motion.

It floated down to the ground.

Perhaps even the inventor, Wacaca, did not expect that her magic called Chaotic Scatter would have the special effect of attacking hair. Even Emile, at the highest level, couldn't withstand it (or more accurately, didn't bother to withstand it) and had a large patch of hair pulled out like she was shearing a sheep.

...

The scene became extremely awkward for a moment.

The one who hit the ball was not Wacaca, but the forest elf lady across from her. Initially, she was excited and thrilled to catch the powerful ball, but now as she looked at Emile, who resembled a referee but had never done anything useful and had just been hit bald by her, she couldn't help but swallow nervously.

Hmm...

The innocent victim blinked her eyes and touched her cheek.

Then she stood up, turned around, and looked at the hair still dancing in the wind on the ground.

Finally, she surveyed the area around her and sat back down expressionlessly.

- Emile was a cute child.

A rather cute and loveable child.

Even with half of her hair missing.

That was definitely...

Quite...

Beautiful and enchanting (×)

Pity-inducing (×)

Heart-stirring (×)

"Hahaha!"

With the first burst of laughter, those who were struggling to hold it back finally couldn't restrain themselves, and those who didn't even want to hold it back let their voices out without hesitation.

"Who! Who was the first one to laugh!? Show yourself!"

Emile finally couldn't contain her serious face and shouted angrily as she stood up.

Meanwhile, I pinched my thigh and bit my lip, stopping myself.

Sorry, it was me (×)

Sorry, as a faithful supporter of Emile, I was the first one who couldn't hold back (×)

"Hahaha!"