As a result, the atmosphere that had just eased became tense again, and the witch in the audience frowned and thought again.

Although they do respect and love the president, the premise of all that is based on the fact that everyone is of the same race. Now, the president is no longer a pure witch. She has the blood of the witch's enemy, so

Is she still trustworthy?

Everyone has different attitudes towards this issue.

"I believe in the president. No matter she is a witch or an angel, the president is the president. Her help to me in the past is all true. I will not forget this."

"I don't think so. Although I still respect Mr. President, people who are not from my race must have different feelings. Now I am a little unsure whether all Mr. President's previous actions were all acting."

"You act like a m.p., you white-eyed wolf, but you still have a high inspiration attribute. You speak with your conscience. Don't you realize that everything the president did in the past was sincere?"

"You are just trying to find trouble, right? If you feel uncomfortable, I don't feel uncomfortable. Do I really want to question the president? But the interests of the race are the first priority. We are witches first, and individuals second.

As a president, even if my own mother touches this bottom line, I must deal with it rationally and must not act emotionally."

"Fuck...then what the hell do you think we should do?"

"How the hell do I know what to do?"

...

For a time, the audience was divided into two groups. Both sides held different opinions and had their own reasons, so they began to quarrel.

Until someone asked a crucial question.

"Whether you believe it or not, we have to rescue the President first before we have a serious discussion. And now the key question is not how to rescue the President? You must know that our opponent is the Lord of Glory."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The speaker was a dark-skinned girl wearing a white coat and having a temperament that looked like a doctor. She gently pushed up the glasses on her nose and then became very calm.

road.

Dorothy also looked at the girl and recognized the person's identity again.

Well, it’s another elder, the president of the sixth-ranked society Midnight Wanderers, and also the chief of the Necromancy School in the contemporary college—Candice.

This elder and the society she commands, the Midnight Wanderers, are both specialized in the necromancy sect, and the necromantic sect is one of the three major sects among the nine sects. It has a large number of people and is also popular.

Therefore, the Midnight Wanderers Society is a very large society with more than one million members and is very powerful, and there is no doubt about the gold content of Candice who can become the first among these millions of people.

Most witches of the Necromancy School tend to be rational and will not be easily swayed by emotions. This senior Candice looked like a Necromancer at first glance, and now she calmly grasped the key points.

After hearing her words, the two groups who had been noisy and about to start a fight also calmed down and then stared at each other.

Yes, it was the Lord of Glory who detained the President. Do they really have the ability to save people from her?

Although as long as you are a witch, you basically don’t have a good impression of the Lord of Radiance, the enemy of witches, but you hate him, but you don’t lose sight of reality.

This is one of the strongest people at the top of the entire Western Universe. Is this really something that a group of students like them can handle?

So, everyone once again looked at the eldest lady on the stage.

Since it was she who initiated this meeting, there must be some good solution.

And for this, the otaku witch who had been prepared for it also smiled.

"Hey, fellow seniors, I originally just wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was doubt and alienation. So I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show my cards right. There is someone above me in this Witch's Night.

Dinisha is my sister."

Dorothy said this.

In response to this, the witches were stunned for a moment, and then question marks appeared on their heads.

Dinisha? Who is that?

For this familiar name, which seemed to have been heard somewhere, but could not be remembered for a while, the witches were a little unresponsive.

But soon, someone realized something, and then opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing what to say for a while.
Chapter completed!