She was a witch resembling a fallen angel, with six pairs of black wings on her back.
"Tsk, no wonder you're so fast—it's you, Wenwen,"
Upon recognizing who it was, Senior Mia clicked her tongue in slight annoyance but gave up on the idea of accelerating further.
After all, she really couldn't outpace this person.
It wasn't that she lacked fighting spirit, but this fact was universally acknowledged at Witch Academy.
After all, the fastest legend at the academy was none other than the president of the Inky Feather News Agency—Wenwen.
Alas, when it came to running, these Big-mouthed Crows ran faster than the academy's professional athletes.
And rightly so, if they weren't genuinely fast, and if nobody could catch up with them, their usual practice of fabricating news would have gotten them cornered and plucked clean of their feathers long ago.
This group was utterly lawless within the academy—even the Disciplinary Committee couldn't catch them, leaving only the president with the power to make them somewhat restrain themselves.
After all, in front of the president, who wielded the Power of Fate, no matter how fast these Big-mouthed Crows flew, they couldn't escape the palm of the president's hand. By the arrangement of fate, they would fly right back into the president's trap.
Even though this group had been thrashed by the president numerous times, they still acted all obedient during the punishments but never really changed, which was truly headache-inducing.
"Isn't this our future richest witch, Princess Mia? Your Royal Highness, where are you off to so late at night?"
Is it any wonder she's the president of the school's most disliked club? With her first words, she played the cynic, making Senior Mia itch to smash that teasingly refined face with a punch.
"The world is so beautiful, I shouldn't be so agitated; that's not good. How can a person get angry with animals? Besides, anger is pointless when you can't even touch a feather on them. Better not to ruin your health over it."
Princess Mia took several deep breaths to calm her surging emotions.
Tsk, next time I'll bring the Fairy King to face off against this guy and see who has the nastier mouth.
Sr. Mia thought of her crush and made up her mind.
"Wenwen, are you also heading to the presidents' meeting?"
After suppressing her anger, Princess Mia asked her.
Although the Inky Feather News Agency acted so out of tune, the fact that they were hated by the entire school yet thrived showed that these Big-mouthed Crows were not just good with words. As one of the Top Ten Societies, they even ranked among the top five.
"Of course, Christina that scheming bitch has made such a big fuss this time; she definitely wants to create some sensational news. How could I miss it? I have to be there to get the latest scoop,"
The fastest witch naturally nodded in agreement.
The two of them sped along, chatting casually.
Well, it was mostly Wenwen trying to pry information from Senior Mia, especially since a massive entity like the Golden Township Group had suddenly emerged during this Witch's Night, piquing her curiosity.
Although the Golden Town Commerce Association was also the largest commerce association in the Witch World, the Golden Country rose during the Dragon King Era, and now it was the early days of the Era of the God King; logically, there shouldn't be a Golden Town Commerce Association yet, indicating some hidden secret.
Plus, how the Witch World had turned into a mechanized civilization was baffling.
Wenwen always felt she might have missed something, but the lady from Golden Country definitely knew.
Regrettably, no matter how she tried to extract information, Senior Mia was tight-lipped.
Heh, although this head of the Big-mouthed Crows was quite eloquent, trying to get information out of a seasoned businesswoman like her was like asking for the impossible, knowing that only sufficient interest could pry open the mouths of such gilded merchants.
Senior Mia enjoyed watching the leader of the Big-mouthed Crows appear anxious yet pretend to be nonchalant.
And as the two of them interacted with their own hidden agendas, they reached their destination, greeted by many familiar faces.
...Club powers making their entrance...