"Act your ass, you damn White Eye, still claiming high spiritual sensitivity? Put your hand on your heart and tell me, didn't you sense that everything the president did before was genuine?"
"Are you just looking for a quarrel, huh? Am I not upset? Do you think I really want to question the president? But racial interests come first, we are witches first and individuals second. Not just the president, even if it were my own mother, if she crossed this line, I would have to deal with it rationally and not get emotional."
"Fuck... so what the hell are we supposed to do?"
"How the hell would I know what to do?"
For a while, the crowd split into two factions, each adamant in their stance, leading to continuous arguments.
Until someone raised a key question.
"Whether we trust or distrust, we first have to rescue the president and then have a serious discussion afterward. Now, shouldn't the key issue be how we can rescue the president? Keep in mind, our opponent is the Lord of Glory."
The speaker was a black-skinned girl dressed in a white lab coat, her demeanor very much like a doctor's. She gently pushed her glasses up her nose and then said coolly.
Dorothy also looked at this girl, recognizing her identity once again.
Yep, another big shot, the president of the club called Midnight Wanderers, ranked sixth, who is also the current head of The School of Necromancy—Candice.
This big shot and her club, the Midnight Wanderers, specialize in Necromancy, and The School of Necromancy is one of the three prominent schools among the Nine Major Schools, with numerous members and highly competitive.
Thus, the Midnight Wanderers Club is a super large club with over a million members, powerful and influential, and Candice, who tops this crowd, undeniably holds significant worth.
The witches from The School of Necromancy tend to be rational, not easily swayed by emotions, and this senior, Candice, just caught the main point at a glance.
Hearing her words, the two noisy groups calmed down and started staring at each other.
Right, wasn't the president captured by the Lord of Glory? Do they really have the capability to rescue anyone from His grasp?
While every witch generally dislikes the Lord of Glory, the nemesis of the witches, disliking is one thing, but facing reality is another.
This is one of the strongest beings at the pinnacle of the entire Western Universe. Can a bunch of students really stand up to Him?
So, everyone looked at the stage again.
Since she initiated this meeting, she must have some good ideas.
And with that, the prepared homebody witch revealed a smile.
"Ah, my fellow seniors, I initially just wanted to interact with you all as an ordinary person, but all I got in return were doubts and alienation, so I won't pretend anymore, I'll lay it out: I've got a backer during this Witch's Night, Denisha is my sister," Dorothy said.
The other witches were first stunned and then question marks appeared over their heads.
Denisha? Who is that?
The name sounded familiar, like they had heard it somewhere but couldn't quite place it, leaving the witches somewhat confused.
However, soon someone realized something and their mouths dropped open, unsure of what to say.
...Dorothy was pulling a 'Fox Exploits the Tiger's Might'...