"Christina, what's going on here? Did you send this invitation, or was it this young lady who did?"
At this moment, academy bigwigs began a private telepathic conversation, seeking information from acquaintances who had interacted with this legendary underclassman.
However, on stage, Dorothy was somewhat unable to bear the sensation of being stared at by the crowd. She had initially thought about exchanging pleasantries and introducing herself, but given the circumstances, such trivial talk seemed unnecessary; she decided to get straight to the topic.
"Greetings, senior sisters. I believe you all know who I am, so I won't waste your time. I requested Senior Christina to initiate this club presidents' meeting because I need a favor from everyone."
The voice of the homebody witch resonated across the venue, enhanced by the amplification magic.
"Everyone is aware of the situation concerning Witch's Night; it is a contest against a common adversary—the Angel Delegation."
"Therefore, I urge all clubs to set aside competition and stop obstructing each other. We need to unite to stand a chance of winning this competition."
"After all, I'm sure none of you wants to end up losing to the Angels and become a laughingstock of the academy and the entire Witch World."
"Well, that's about it. I have finished speaking, so you can now show your agreement or opposition," Dorothy concluded.
As soon as her words fell, the brows of the Witches in the audience furrowed.
Despite earlier praises hailing the power of the young lady, once personal interests came into play, everyone turned aloof; after all, among these elite students, there were no simpletons who would sacrifice everything just for idolization.
Keep in mind that Witch's Night involved Point rankings and rewards redeemable through Points; although everyone was classmates, they were also competitors. So, suddenly asking them to ignore the rewards and focus on the bigger picture was a proposal few could believe.
Truly, if this proposal hadn't come from the famously distinguished young lady, some hot-headed sisters might have already started ranting.
Tsk tsk tsk, who are you kidding, trying to rally others at the expense of our prestige? Are we witches really afraid of those mere Little Angels?
Just mere Angels, get serious, why all this fuss?
Many thought this way, considering that, for many modern witches now, the Angel Clan was just an old defeated foe; more than ten thousand years ago, the God King himself had conquered heaven, and now with years of development, these newly talented next-generation witches even more easily relaxed.
We witches are the leading calamity of the Western Universe; it should clearly be the other side that is nervous.
However, since the proposal was made by the young lady, everyone thought it over and managed to hold back their outbursts, with some raising their hands and asking,
"Young lady, why do you say this? Do you have intelligence on the Angels that suggests the situation is to our disadvantage?"
Dorothy also looked at the witch who asked the question and recognized her as none other than her old acquaintance, Senior Dina, the president of the Eye of True Sight Club.
Upon seeing the homebody witch look her way, this academically oriented senior subtly winked with a trace of amusement in her eyes.
Clearly, her question was intended to cooperate actively in the discussion.
In response, the homebody witch blinked back in gratitude to Senior Dina and nodded,
"Indeed, you all might not know, but we are actually in the second round of this Witch's Night, and during the previous round, a few of my sisters and I already clashed with the Angels."
"Honestly, I don't regard mere Angels highly, but the issue is that their leader is Sophia, our Student Council President."
"Now, do all of you still feel confident in securing a victory?" Dorothy asked candidly.
Consequently, the venue fell silent.
...The Witches remained silent...