"Um... is this what Fairy magic is like?"
"What was that Light Cannon called? A Fairy's little spell?"
"Could that... be possible?"
"Never mind that! Just tell me, how powerful was that spell? I could feel that overwhelming aura even from this distance!"
Baldy Burke stood in the crowd, listening to the surrounding chatter. The last comment in particular made his heart skip a beat.
Damn it! My Crystal Ball!
But... the special version I reinforced during that overtime shift... it should be alright, right?
In any case, with the deaths of Wrath and Pride, the attack came to an end, forcing the abrupt termination of the public lecture.
The destruction caused by the battle was largely due to Pride's reckless rampage, his aimless stomping turning the nearby ground into a cratered wasteland. While casualties were minimal, the presence of corpses made continuing the lecture utterly impossible.
"Sigh..." Elysia sighed softly. She had barely uttered ten sentences, despite having meticulously planned her speech and prepared a detailed outline. All her efforts had gone to waste.
It's all those Cultists' fault!
Yet, despite the interruption, her speech had yielded unexpectedly remarkable results.
Nothing speaks louder than action. With so many witnesses to the attack, everyone had seen Elysia's strength firsthand. They had witnessed how she prioritized protecting them in the initial stages of the battle, only truly engaging once everyone had evacuated.
How could anyone possibly deny their vote to someone so beautiful, kind-hearted, and powerful? It would be a crime against Heaven itself!
Everyone was buzzing with excitement about what had just transpired. Even the White Tower staff member who had filmed the entire event was already hurrying back to the tower to begin editing and publishing the footage.
Elysia frowned, staring at her right leg. A conspicuous red bloodstain marred her white stocking, likely splattered there when she unleashed her furious spinning kick earlier.
After a moment's contemplation, she balanced on her left leg, removed her shoe, and peeled off the stained stocking. Adhering to her principle of not littering, she held the soiled stocking in her hand with a grimace. Bare-legged, she slipped her shoe back on.
Only then did she approach Baldy Burke and take a spare microphone from him.
Elysia had intended to reassure the crowd. After all, a terrorist attack had just occurred, and a terrifying monster had appeared. It was only natural for them to be frightened.
But before she could utter a word, the crowd erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers, chanting in unison:
"Elysia! Elysia!"
"Miss Pink Elf! Miss Pink Elf!"
Elysia stood dumbfounded. "...Huh?"
As time passed, the frenzied crowd dispersed, and the White Tower staff began clearing the battlefield. The repercussions of the attack slowly began to unfold.
A White Eagle official video titled "Miss Pink Elf," featuring Elysia, went viral at an unprecedented speed.
The video's thumbnail showcased the iconic photograph of Elysia piercing through the clouds with a single shot, sunlight illuminating her figure. The image alone exuded an aura of divine grace—noble, sacred, and breathtaking.
The comment section overflowed with unanimous praise:
"Family, is there even room for debate? Anyone who doesn't adore Elysia is destined for a life of mediocrity."
"Elysia has definitely secured her spot in the White Eagle Eight! I've even come up with her nickname: 'Fairy'! I'll be first in line to vote for her!"
"I was there! That Fairy magic was absolutely mind-blowing! So beautiful and powerful—unbelievable!"
"Miss Pink Elf, I love you!"
Notably, Kaya had been in her position for some time without earning a widely recognized nickname. Yet before Elysia had even officially joined the ranks, the internet had already christened her "Fairy." The disparity was undeniable.
As the video's influence continued to grow, dissenting opinions began to surface in the comments section:
"Fairy magic? No way! What kind of magic is this? Even a second-year student at Magic School can tell it's not real magic!" (IP address: Great Britain)
"So what? Why are you Brits sticking your noses into White Eagle's election? Besides, Lady Elysia is an Outsider. Maybe magic works differently in her world."
"No, no, no! You Muggles just don't get it! Magic follows systematic principles, just like physics! Our world has Universal Gravitation and the Invariance of the Speed of Light. Even if other worlds prioritize different aspects, the fundamental core principles remain the same! But this so-called 'magic' has no core at all!" (IP address: Great Britain)
"Exactly! It's Fairy magic, not just any magic. Of course you wouldn't understand."
"You son of a—!!!" (IP address: Great Britain)
At that moment, the British commenter felt like he was trying to explain advanced calculus to a kindergartener. He finally realized he was wasting his breath.
"What's wrong? You don't believe me? Come on, let's settle this one-on-one. Let's see if your magic can stand up to my gun."
The British netizen replied, "...".
Well, to be precise, it was actually an elementary school student wielding a weapon.
A one-on-one fight was out of the question. How could a Magic Apprentice with only two and a half years of training possibly defeat a White Eagle gunslinger overflowing with martial prowess?
Magic might sound impressive, but until one truly masters it, emptying a magazine is far more effective.
Still, the "two-and-a-half-year Magic Apprentice" refused to back down. Unable to convince the netizen himself, he turned to his Magic Mentor, hoping the "authority figure" would post a scathing critique of the video.
An old Mage with spectacles and a full head of snow-white hair took the phone from the apprentice and squinted at the video.
"Well, Master?" the apprentice asked eagerly. "Isn't this magic fake?"
Contrary to his expectations, the old Mage didn't immediately answer this simple question—a question even the apprentice could see through at a glance. Instead, he fell silent.