The best part is always the last one to come. This is true for many shows and competitions. It is not only necessary for the show’s effect, but also for maximizing the exposure of everyone.
Few of the sages of Emenas knew of Loran Hill's identity as a witch, only a few on campus. A few teachers, thanks to last year's Rising Stars Competition and the school's arrangements, knew of her unique talent, but that was all. Today's competition placement and order of appearance were a minor surprise, as Loran Hill had actually performed exceptionally well in the preliminary rounds, though her fame wasn't as widespread as the other students, which only served to confuse some of the uninitiated.
After standing on the podium, Loran Hill took out a bottle of potion in accordance with the requirements of the competition. Compared with the colorful potions of others, her potion was very clear and transparent. If it were not for the occasional fluorescent light, people would almost mistakenly think that there was nothing in the bottle.
"It's made using the Glow Flower and Ice Flower as the main ingredients, along with other auxiliary agents for synergy enhancement and purification. The specific process and procedures are as follows..."
"It enhances soul consciousness and heals soul rifts. It also has a soothing effect, alleviating anxiety, mania, fear, and other emotions. Its inspiration and conception come from..."
The girl spoke slowly. She was a little uncomfortable at first, but then she became more natural and slowly exuded her own unique temperament.
Though beautiful, it wasn't shrill, instead possessing a gentle and tranquil quality, like the softest cotton or feathers in the world, slowly enveloping you, plunging you into a peaceful and comfortable night. Though the young woman simply described the process and ideas behind her invention, her melodious voice, like notes gently played under the moonlight, slowly immersed you, as if your soul were gradually shedding its decaying body and ascending to the starry sky beneath the breeze.
What Loran Hill didn't realize was that as her Sequence gradually increased, the pendant Tidaisi had given her was no longer able to conceal her appearance and temperament. It was fine in ordinary interactions, but when she stood at the center of this stage, her appearance and style were magnified, becoming impossible to conceal.
"...That's it." After finishing the explanation, Loran Hill lowered his head slightly and walked down the podium.
Some of the students in the venue were still immersed in the girl's voice and did not come back to their senses for a long time, while others were beating their chests and stamping their feet. For the first time, they felt that the introduction requirements of the competition were too few. How could the girl finish speaking so quickly? A huge sense of loss and melancholy spread in the venue.
In fact, many people didn’t even remember what the girl said, as their attention had long been focused on her stunning appearance and voice.
Emotions such as regret, annoyance, and melancholy kept swirling in my heart. Why was I so stupid just now that I didn't call out to the girl and let her answer a few more questions or say a few more words?
After a brief explanation of several minutes, the students' attention was completely taken away by the unknown girl (Loran Hill had actually just said that, but unfortunately many people didn't hear it), and they didn't react much when the staff announced the results.
"Comprehensive score: 92 for creativity and 97 for effectiveness."
When Loran Hill came on stage, Osuna, who was sitting in the audience, gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, looking at the girl with jealousy and disbelief. When the staff read out the results, she was so jealous that she pinched the armrests until they cracked and deformed.
Why is it her again? How dare she? Isn't this abnormal result obviously cheating?
How many great alchemists have spent nearly a hundred years of their lives trying to develop a potion with such a high reputation? She is only sixteen or seventeen years old, how could she possibly come up with it? There must be a special organization behind her promoting it.
Last time, it was the same. He directly took the pearl-level weapons to show off on stage. Otherwise, how could he get such a high score?
That's right, that's definitely the case. There's no such thing as a perfect person in this world. She'd known this since she was a child. Those wealthy ladies with glamorous appearances were all incredibly calculating. Did they really think they could rise through the ranks of the aristocracy simply by looking good? Interests, people's hearts, connections, and blood ties all played a role. This girl, too, must have been specially trained by some organization behind the scenes.
Osuna lowered her head, her expression twisted and unwilling. After a long time, she slowly raised it and returned to her normal appearance.
Just wait and see, I will definitely expose you, this hypocritical thing called Lorraine. Osuna swore secretly in her heart, and at the same time, a dark heroic pride slowly rose in her heart.
Just when everyone at the scene was distracted, the "Rainbow Neck Bottle" competition finally came to an end.
"The champion this time is Loran, a sophomore from the Walled City Academy!" The host excitedly announced today's results. At the same time, under the attention and anticipation of everyone, the girl once again stepped onto the podium, and this time everyone really remembered her name.
Next is the award ceremony.
First, the top three took the stage and received their certificates and medals, each personally certified by the sages. Then came the rewards. The first place winner received a golden siphon pot from Emenas, a pharmaceutical testing instrument with various uses. (An example image is provided here for your convenience.)
The second and third place winners were silver siphon flasks, roughly the same quality as gold. The first-place winner was slightly better quality, but that wasn't the point. The real draw of the "Rainbow Neck Flask" competition was the chance to select pearl-quality materials from Emenas's collection. First place received three, second place received two, and third place received one. This was also the main reason for Loran Hill's registration.
"Finally, let us applaud again and praise these outstanding students who have made contributions to history."
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