Maka's words of "be careful" were obviously not meant for Mrs. Maxim. She had nothing to be careful about. On the contrary, the witch behind her was really unlucky.
"ah!"
After enjoying the experience of having close contact with a certain part of Madame Maxime, the witch screamed in slight panic.
But to be honest, it was just a little frightened by this sudden situation. She quickly raised her upper body and moved her face as far away from a dangerous part as possible.
"Oh - sorry, madam." Mrs. Maxim was also startled, and she quickly turned around and said apologetically.
But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it. She pursed her thin lips and raised her head to look at the tall Mrs. Maxim coldly. She had no intention of showing any weakness towards the terrifyingly large woman standing in front of her.
It was only now that Maka had the chance to take a good look at the witch.
First of all, I have to summarize the impression that the witch left on people in advance, because the feeling is so uniform that people can't help but want to "summary" it without saying anything.
All in all, this is a person who, no matter his expression or eyes, no matter his clothes or decorations, all show a feeling of "keep away from strangers".
It may not be correct to say that it has a "noble" temperament; but it seems that it cannot be summed up in one word to say that it has a "cold" demeanor.
The only thing that was certain was that this witch looked very young and her skin was perfectly maintained, but she looked a little pale.
While Maka was casually observing this witch who was completely opposite to the lively atmosphere around her, Mrs. Maxim, who waited for a while but saw no reaction from the other party, seemed a little embarrassed.
"I'm really sorry, ma'am..." In desperation, she apologized again, and even leaned forward slightly to salute, "Please allow me to apologize for being rude just now, and let me buy you a drink?" "
"No-"
The other party finally spoke, but the content was particularly rude.
"I have to admit that I'm surprised that a wizard with giant blood knows how to apologize."
Madame Maxime, who had always been reluctant to have her ancestry discussed, was visibly angry when she heard this.
"I, I just have a big frame!" She said angrily.
"Huh?" The other party gave a sweet smile, looked up and down slowly, and then continued, "Are you dissatisfied with your bloodline? Of course, of course... this is your freedom, poor guy... "
"you!"
Madame Maxime's mouth was half-opened, her clenched fists were trembling slightly, and she looked like she was about to explode.
At this time, Hagrid, who was sitting aside, couldn't help it anymore.
Although he actually didn't like Maxim's refusal to acknowledge his ancestry either. But no matter what, there are still very few giant hybrids in this world, and those who can be called his "companions" must always be protected.
In his opinion, Maxim, the elegant wizard, was not a bad guy.
"How can you, a woman, comment on other people's bloodline so casually?" Hagrid suddenly stood up and shouted, "Orim is not 'poor' at all! She is -"
"Hagrid."
Seeing that he was about to reveal his identity if he wasn't careful, Maka had no choice but to punch him in the stomach with all her strength.
Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maka held her fist and grinned.
This guy is truly a giant hybrid. Although he is as round as a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of hard muscles.
"This lady," Maka stood up and said while shaking her right hand, "bloodline never means anything. Everyone's life is completed by their own hands... What do you think?"
"Are you asking me?" The other party looked lazy from the beginning, but at this moment, there was still no change. She said with a hint of perfunctory, "Little guy, I know what you mean... But to be honest, for The lady next to you, I don’t mean to belittle her..."
As she spoke, she casually picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.
"...It's just that most of the giant hybrids I've seen are lazy, clumsy, stupid big guys who can't even say hello."
Although what this woman said was indeed unpleasant, what she said was actually true.
When it comes to giant hybrids, most wizards have this impression. Although there are two giant hybrid wizards standing here, the intelligence of Hagrid and Maxim cannot represent the whole.
In fact, among the recorded giant hybrids, not to mention absolutely, most of them are big men with low IQs, and they have also caused several cases of injury.
Because of this, Maka actually understands Mrs. Maxim's attitude towards her bloodline. In fact, the fact that Maxim worked so hard and became the principal of Beauxbatons is enough to be recorded in history.
If she revealed her ancestry, there was no telling whether she would be dismissed as the principal.
"You are right, but you can't judge a person's bloodline just by his physical appearance, can you?" Maka smiled calmly, "I'm just telling you, no matter what bloodline my companions are, they Excellence is only related to one's own efforts, to say -"
As he spoke, he suddenly paused and his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.
"Oh, this is..."
Maka suddenly raised her eyebrows, with a hint of curiosity on her face.
"Hagrid... and Madam, please sit down first." In the eyes of the two people with doubts, Maka waved her hands to them abruptly, "I don't think this lady meant it, so let's take this unhappiness first. Reveal it!"
After saying that, he turned around and took his cup of hot cocoa in his hand again, then walked gently to the lady's table and sat down unceremoniously.
The lady, who was always gloomy and lazy, only frowned slightly at Maka's rude behavior, but did not show much dissatisfaction.
"Little guy, your behavior will make me doubt the 'excellence' you talk about."
She was obviously teasing Maka about what she had just said about Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
"Really?" Maka shrugged casually, "I thought you wouldn't care about these etiquette offenses, ma'am?"
The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Maka hesitantly, but could not see any deep meaning on his face.
"I don't really care," she said. "If you worry about everything one by one, time will become extremely long... Let's talk about you! What, little brother... are you very interested in your sister?"
She turned sideways, changed her position, supported her chin with one hand and leaned on the round table, looking even more lazy.
"Ha!" Maka smiled and shook her head. "I don't dare to be interested in you - although I must admit that you are indeed beautiful - but to be honest, I can't get over that hurdle mentally!"
"Oh?" The confusion in her eyes gradually deepened, but her movements became more and more lazy and charming, "If that's the case, then why do you want to sit down and chat with your sister?"
Maka didn't answer her question, but picked up the cup and took a big sip of the hot cocoa - it would have gone cold if she didn't drink it.
He drank the hot drink in the cup, then wiped his mouth and said: "I... I'm just curious. After all, before tonight, I have never been with a... well, a lady like you. We’ve been chatting!”
He seemed to say it casually, but the meaning became more and more obvious.
"Really?" The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory tone hidden in his tone became much less. "Then what do you think is different between me and other ladies?"
"Is it different? Hmm... maybe it's the point of being 'a little bored of anyone or anything'?" Maka thought for a while, and then replied meaningfully.
"That's right, that's right," the other party said with a chuckle, "Congratulations, you found a key point."
It seemed that Maka's words made her finally confirm what Maka meant. But since Maka didn't say anything, she naturally had no reason to take the initiative to say it.
But at least, the conversation between the two of them had a connection for the first time.
"Little guy, you are very observant... In that case, what do you want to talk to your sister about?"
Maka knew that she already understood what she meant. Since the other party did not deny it, he could take it as a "affirmative" hint.
"Actually! It doesn't matter what we talk about..." He said casually, "Well, let's continue with the topic just now? What is your opinion on 'bloodline'?"
In Maka's opinion, it was the right thing to answer this question by the lady in front of her.
But the other party just shook her head, and her long, dull light brown hair fell from her shoulders to her back.
"This is not easy to answer," she said. "If you ask me about other people's opinions, I can casually name eight or nine. But if you ask me what I think... I can only say that the bloodline of an individual only represents characteristics. "
She said, took another sip of the wine in the glass, and then continued: "Just like just now, after I heard the lady's apology, I would be surprised - that's because her behavior made me more Got a different trait, didn’t you?”
When Maka heard what she said, her eyes subconsciously fell on her wine glass. What was contained in that translucent goblet was a strange, slightly viscous wine.
"So, is this kind of wine a 'characteristic' for you to drink?" He said thoughtfully, "I wonder what it tastes like in 'your' mouths?"