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The celebration of the Crimson Witches was soon interrupted by the staff to make way for the next two teams, which also made them aware of the embarrassing fact that what they'd won was only a preliminary match, not a final.
Of course, a win was a win, and being a little embarrassed from celebrating too much was nothing compared to making their way down in shame and disappointment after losing a match.
At least no one booed at them.
Once they were off the stage, Emilia coughed awkwardly. "Um, Robin… can you please put me down now?"
It was only then that the tomboy remembered she was still carrying a certain crimson-haired beauty on her shoulders, and she couldn't help but be stunned. "S-Sorry, y-you were so light, I-I really forgot!"
She rubbed the easily accessible silky thighs and calves as if to make sure that Emilia really was there. 'O-Ohhh, this feels quite nice!'
