Thinking carefully, it does make sense. After all, Sophia, the Student Council President, was publicly stabbed to death by the Clown Grand Inquisitor a few months ago, making her an obvious dead person.
Although the death of a witch is common knowledge, they often rise again after a while, becoming a good girl once more.
However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a magical academy larger than most human kingdoms naturally cannot go long without a Student Council President either. So, in the absence of any signs of Sophia coming back to life for several months, the academy must have already elected a new Student Council President.
Even if Sophia had revived in ti, it would have been difficult for her to remain as Student Council President. After all, the fact that the Pure White Witch possesses half the bloodline of the Lord of Glory has been exposed, and the students would likely have a hard ti accepting that the Student Council President turns out to be the daughter of an enemy.
"Alright, it seems we need to find a new ho. Do you still have things inside? I have everything in my bag,"
After understanding everything, Dorothy turned to her roommate and asked.
The top floor of the Tower of Shine was originally Sophia’s dorm, and the hobody witch was rely a freeloading parasite living there. She didn’t have much to begin with, and during her trip to Japan, she had already taken all her belongings with her.
Sophia, however, was sowhat dazed.
Although she had been ntally prepared for such an outco, when she returned ho only to find that the locks had changed, she still felt sowhat complex emotions.
Sigh, the world has always been like this. There’s no such thing as sothing that can’t function without soone. Once a person dies, no matter how popular or illustrious they were before, they soon beco forgotten, and their presence fades.
This magical academy is no longer the Witch Academy that belonged to her in the past.
After a long while, the academy’s "Forr Emperor" lady shook her head.
"There’s nothing important, just so daily necessities and so ntos that have lost their value."
She was not soone who enjoyed decorating the dorm. Apart from so essential daily consumables, everything in the dorm remained standard. Thinking about the things left in the dorm before her "suicide", it was probably various dals and trophies she had won over the years.
Hmm, it should fill up several display cabinets.
But now, with her unlikely to even receive a graduation certificate, these past honors seem aningless.
"Okay, let’s not disturb the new president. Let’s return to the Witch’s Ho."
Although Sophia didn’t say it, looking at her appearance, Dorothy knew her roommate was a bit saddened. So, she could only pat the Pure White Witch on the shoulder and say this.
If it were earlier and there was no dorm to freeload in, the two might truly be holess and sleeping on the streets. But things are different now; Dorothy is now proudly a hoowner.
Hehehe, buying a house all by herself, no loans, that’s impressive.
Thinking about this, the hobody witch felt inexplicably proud and even had a bit of a sense of superiority from nowhere.
Yes, this is the confidence and security owning a ho brings her.
Even though the Witch’s Ho Sky Island is on the Thirteenth Ring of the Academy and can’t be compared to the Zero Ring location of the Tower of Shine, and the Tower of Shine is a marvelous architecture with many special effects, including magic power growth speed enhancent.
Nevertheless, there’s no place like ho.
As a future witch real estate tycoon, Dorothy is confident that her Witch’s Ho will also beco a marvelous architecture, even more advanced and grand than the Tower of Shine.
The future is promising, the future is promising.
Just as the two were preparing to leave, suddenly the barrier of the room opened, and a witch with long, rainbow-colored hair stepped onto the balcony.
This seems to be the new Student Council President.
"Uh, Senior Christina?"
Turning her head, Dorothy saw this new president and couldn’t help but be surprised.
This person was, after all, an old acquaintance of hers—or rather, an old subordinate—with the Elental Empress Judge’s mask hiding the identity of this prival witch senior.
Yet, the hobody witch had never considered that the new president would be her.
"Clown... Mistress, President, is it really you? You’re finally back?"
Christina, realizing soone had activated the barrier at the door, thought a guest had arrived. Seeing the two figures she missed so much at the door, she was imdiately very excited.
She cautiously looked around, ensuring no one was paying attention, then quickly snapped her fingers, activating the top floor’s defense barrier, blocking external perceptions.
"Mistress, President, please co in and we can talk."
The new president beckoned to the two, saying this.
Dorothy and Sophia: "..."
The two glanced at each other, a bit speechless.
Is this really necessary, being so secretive, like thieves.
But they still went inside.
Once inside, Dorothy instinctively observed the interior’s arrangent. To her surprise, although several months had passed, everything inside still looked as it did months ago.
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