The Witch

Looking aggressively at the young lady who just offended him, the one the lady previously called old coot said, taking a saber out of nowhere as his eyes suddenly got filled with the intent to battle, the fabrics of his clothes along with his long hair swaying in the wind as he points his armament towards the lady who just spoke to her.

"Your words, take them back…" despite the clearly young and vigorous appearance of this saber-wielding man, he couldn't help but pop some veins on his temple as he heard the lady address him in such a way, prompting him to threaten her as he thinks he shouldn't tolerate whatever is coming out of this lady's mouth.

"Hoh… calm that flimsy sword of yours, old coot, do you really think pointing that will make me take my words back? You're quite arrogant, aren't you? After just a few months of not meeting me, did you already forget what I am capable of?" staring at the man pointing a cold weapon towards her direction, the lady previously mocking said man asked with a proud smile appearing on her beautiful face, an air of intense murderous feel oozing out of her being as if she is an expert tempered by war and slaughter.

Feeling the air around the lady, the four other people in the room couldn't help but feel like this is going to be quite the problem, after all, despite their long history of knowing each other, they are well aware of the conflict they have against some of the others, the only thing keeping them from completely falling apart against one another being the fact that they all know that they need each other's strength in order to conquer higher floors of the tower, something they believe will be a universal truth as just the challenges of this floor alone poses an extreme threat to them already.

"Alright, stop this, we are all just a guest here right now, if you two want to fight, then do it after you get out of that woman's place, you know how crazy she is when she's angry right?" sighing as he felt the gaze of the other two people not involved in this conflict, the arrogant, yet calm and collected man said as he disappears from his seat, appearing right in the middle of these two arguing powerhouses and surprising them a bit, making them stare at him for a few moment before they both nod at his suggestion.

"In the first place, you, Xianxian, why the hell are you even that mad with Augustus?" looking at the young lady who is clearly the one who made the event escalate to a point that two of the strongest ascenders of Earth almost fought, the arrogant-looking young man asked with a hint of intrigue in his voice, as he is truly just way too curious about the reason why this usually calculated and ruthless lady would act like this.

"It's none of your damn business…" the lady said as she returns to her seat begrudgingly, thinking that there's no shot she would stand a chance should both the young man who just intervened and the person she detests the most were to team up, all while still thinking to herself about something else.

'Although if it's only one of them, even if it is Lucius, I doubt he can fight against me for long' she added as she felt the strength of the arrogant-looking young man previously, her confidence about her own strength still brimming despite the clear skills and might shown by the man she called Lucius previously.

'If it is her though… well, I should be lucky if I can even last five minutes in a fight against her…' feeling a grand presence approaching the room the five of them are currently in, the lady said with a wry smile on her face as she recalls the usually cold face of that other lady, one of the only two people she thought is stronger than her should they fight at the same level.

"It's a tale from long ago, everyone… welcome, I'm glad all of us are here…" from the door that is open the moment they arrived here until now, another voice sounded, the confidence in said voice's melodious tone making others feel like they are right in front of a born leader, a sovereign meant to guide the masses towards prosperity, an air proven to be true given how the previously unruly lady along with the old coot she is bickering with looks at the lady who just arrived.

Donning a pure black dress void of any superficialities and ornaments, she looks like someone who come straight out of a painting especially when her pale-white skin is paired with her pure black dress, her appearance like a gracious fairy as her small face holds a perfect, almond-shaped eyes holding a large gem-like pure black pupil in it, adorning her eyes are long, curled eyelashes partnered with a willow eyebrows resting on top of her eyes, its inner ends connected to her thin cute nose that appears like it is molded by some sort of a thing divine, under said nose being a small, cherry red lips a few shades brighter than her rosy cheeks, the final touch to her divine-like appearance being the modest, yet welcoming smile decorating her brilliant face.

It is not only her face that is a grace from whatever divine being is that is in this world as her body is curving in and out on the most perfect of place, her entire being a template definition of an angelic face and a devilish body enough to tempt even the greatest ascetics into falling to carnal desires with her as their object of adoration.

Looking at this lady, even the young man previously focused on enjoying his food despite the fight about to start between the sharp-tongued lady and the saber-wielding man, looks up to take in the view of the witch's beauty, turning him mesmerized for a few seconds before he recovers and returns to the food he is enjoying.