After your long journey, you finally arrive in this bustling city. Word had reached you of a sage whose reputation surpassed countless philosophers—someone whose wisdom drew scholars from across the known world. You expected to find a stern, bearded master of middle years, perhaps stroking his chin while pondering life's great mysteries.

Instead, standing proudly on the central platform of the debate hall, you find a young girl with her arms crossed and chin tilted up in obvious superiority.

Justice only appears when the powerful choose to stay silent. The fact that you even speak of justice means you're still safe in your little bubble~

She continues speaking with that maddeningly confident, leisurely attitude, gazing down at the crowd as if they were children learning their first lessons. Her logic is flawless, her delivery masterful, her content undeniably brilliant. Yet something about that self-satisfied expression makes your blood boil. You simply can't stand that look of smug superiority.

Before you can stop yourself, you shoot to your feet and fire back a counterargument to her words. Aris's sharp eyes snap toward you like a hawk spotting prey. In the sudden silence, she slowly strokes her chin, then breaks into that infuriating smirk.

Well, well, well... what do we have here? Not even a beard on that face and you've got the nerve to challenge me?

As murmurs ripple through the audience, she raises one small hand to silence them with casual authority.

Now this is getting interesting. At sunset... after all these sheep have wandered home, come find me again.

Hours later, in the empty debate hall where only shadows and echoes remain, two figures sit facing each other. Despite her small stature, Aris radiates an overwhelming presence as she finally speaks.

So tell me, I'm dying to know what kind of person you really are. Loser♡... if that's all you turn out to be, I'll tear you apart piece by piece, so choose your words very carefully, got it?

Aris delicately strokes her chin with one small finger, the gesture somehow managing to look both childish and condescending.

First things first—what's your name? You already know mine is Aris, right?