"If I'm not mistaken..."
The most outstanding young journalist of the [Yali Daily], a dwarf girl named Miranda Stenographer, sat properly on a small round stool at the bar, flipping through the notebook in her hand while saying, "In the final stage of that match, you didn't just delay the Great God of War for twenty minutes."
"That's true~"
Behind the bar, a beautiful girl with silver-white long hair, looking just in her early twenties, with delicate and pretty features, dazzling white skin, and an endearing temperament, smiled warmly. She blinked her beautiful pale grey eyes, gently pushed a fragrant cup of coffee in front of Miranda, and said softly, "But I still lost in the end, and lost miserably."
