"State your name!"
"Evan Willow."
Her eyes widened in surprise and for a moment, she was stunned by the news.
Could this adorable little girl actually be her... younger brother?
The master who had always been silently observing from behind them came forward with a smile and pulled her up, asking, "Lyric, do you accept defeat?"
For them, strength was the most important thing; the defeated had no right to disagree.
She pursed her lips and stood up to look at the child in front of her. At that time, he was still small, and boys usually develop later than girls. Evan was only as tall as her shoulder, and she was about a head taller than him.
"You are Evan Willow?"
She stared at him with wide eyes.