Thirty minutes after the seemingly endless flow of mages settles in around their designated seats, the event starts.
I would like to claim that I was somewhat prepared for everything, but the rug was pulled from underneath my feet... again.
There were seven other aspiring ladies bar me, including a familiar face I was having a hard time placing.
The MC, called everyone onto the stage one by one, each time giving well-detailed personal histories and heaps upon heaps of praises.
If I was really into this competition, it would have been very disheartening, to hear him waxing poetry about my competition. They were all a bunch of high achievers, which made me wonder what exactly he was going to say about me.
“And our final mate runner, Mahina Dracon, an exquisite girl if I could say so. A
