"Euphilia, what are you doing causing a commotion at my door?"
The Academy Head looked at the situation before her and then turned to her beloved student with so helplessness.
"You’re already a mother, how can you still have such a temper."
In response, Mother Dragon shrugged her shoulders.
"Teacher, you know . If I didn’t hold back my temper, there would already be a corpse lying there."
Priscilla: "....."
The Academy Head was silent for a mont, finding it hard to refute.
After all, as her most outstanding disciple, the child’s personality was most like her when she was young—decisive and ruthless.
Judging from the disturbance that reached the principal’s office just now, Euphilia was genuinely enraged. Yet, no one died in such a scenario; it could only be said that this disciple had indeed beco much more temperate, and it was enough to give this teacher face.
"Dorothy, what happened just now?"
Priscilla simply looked at the student behind her grand-disciple and then asked with a kindly smile.
Dorothy respected the Academy Head very much. After all, this master had generously given her a Forbidden Curse at their first eting, a truly good person.
So she honestly described the events that had occurred earlier.
In front of the Sage, she didn’t exaggerate.
However, upon hearing her account, the Academy Head’s expression imdiately darkened. The originally kindly old lady seed to transform into a nacing demon in an instant.
"Lady Elena, insulting the God King Holy Child is no small matter. I hope you can give an explanation."
The Academy Head turned around and, without rcy, addressed the beautiful nun beside her.
At this mont, the nun who had previously been smiling no longer smiled. She glanced at Miss Painting, who was still vomiting blood beside her, and then nodded.
"Priscilla, I’m very sorry. I’ve been out of touch for a long ti. Upon my return, I just brought a few descendants over from ho to act as a facade, but I didn’t expect such a joke to occur. It’s a family disgrace. I will give you an explanation."
Surprisingly humble, the nun nad Elena first apologized sincerely to the Academy Head and then turned her gaze toward Dorothy and her group.
"Elena pays her respects to Lord Holy Child."
The Sage Nun bowed to Sophia, greeting her respectfully.
However, the Pure White Witch instinctively wanted to dodge, but she ultimately suppressed this instinct to evade, facing and accepting the bow from the Sage calmly.
"Lady Elena, there’s no need for such formalities."
She stepped forward, reached out to lift the bowing Sage, and then spoke.
At this, the Sage Nun showed a hint of surprise, but quickly returned to calm, her face returning to a gentle, kind smile.
"With Lord Holy Child leading the God King Religion, it will certainly flourish."
She said this.
But Sophia shook her head.
"Lady Elena, you overstate it. From the mont I drew my sword, the God King told that the God King Religion is already a thing of the past. The new era need no longer be fixated on the religion of the old tis."
She said.
So, Elena’s smile froze for a mont, but soon returned to normal.
"Since it is the God King’s oracle, we must all adhere to it."
She expressed her stance with great respect.
However, seeing that Miss Painting was about to genuinely lose her breath, the Sage Nun waved her hand, sending a ray of Holy Light into Miss Painting’s body.
Thus, the Angel Witch, who was on the verge of death, instantly began to recover, her pale complexion quickly regaining its rosiness.
However, just as she was about to recuperate fully, Miss Painting’s expression changed again, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This ti, the unexpected nature of her spitting blood was startling—who could have anticipated a surprise during the Sage’s healing? So, the blood stained the carpet red on the floor, causing the teacher on duty responsible for cleaning to change expression, overco with grief.
This scene also surprised Sister Elena; she frowned, then stepped forward to examine the condition of this descendant carefully, finally looking at Euphilia with an astonishing expression.
She hadn’t paid this Dragon Witch much heed before. Even when Priscilla had explicitly stated upon returning that this was her disciple, it remained the sa.
But now, the Sage Nun must admit that this young Dragon Witch is indeed a strong presence worthy of her serious regard.
This disciple is even a few degrees more formidable than that master, Priscilla.
However, after Elena once again infused a ray of Holy Light into Miss Painting, this Heavenly Witch, who almost perished again, finally returned to normal and regained consciousness.
"Ancestor, they...."
As soon as she woke up, she instinctively wanted to complain, but before she could finish her sentence, she realized she had lost her voice, unable to utter a single sound.
"Aina, you have offended the Holy Child and committed a grave sin against the Divine Church. I sentence you to a thousand years of silence. Do you plead guilty?"
The Sage Nun looked at this incompetent descendant with a smile and asked.
Upon hearing this, Miss Painting naturally beca anxious. But seeing the ancestor’s smiling face yet icy cold eyes, she eventually just shed tears and lowered her head.
In response, Elena then turned again to look at Mother Dragon and the Academy Head.
"Are you two satisfied with this?"
She asked.
Priscilla and Euphilia, master and disciple, exchanged a glance, ready to nod.
After all, Miss Painting was also a Peak Witch, and silencing a Peak for a thousand years for a single malicious word was already a rather severe punishnt.
However.....
"I am not satisfied."
A voice rang out.
It was Dorothy.
Imdiately, everyone’s gaze turned towards her.
"You haven’t even apologized to Sophia, not even willing to say a simple sorry, I think you lack sincerity."
The hobody witch, unable to hold back, stepped out from behind Mother Superior and said.
She hadn’t intended to steal the spotlight, but after a long tug-of-war among the big figures without anyone willing to apologize to the victim, it seed unreasonable.
Even though the esteed Elena had already punished Miss Painting heavily, as for witches, being silenced doesn’t just an not being able to speak - it also ans they cannot cast spells, which greatly impacts spellcasting.
Especially since Heavenly Witches are skilled at Word Spirit Techniques, a lack of Word Spirit greatly weakens their power.
But punishnt is punishnt, and an apology should not be omitted either.
Although Mother Superior’s slap just now was truly impressive, it made the hobody witch’s heart race, but parents sotis don’t truly understand what their children really want.
Dorothy knew her housekeeper wasn’t the sort who liked showing off in public, nor did she enjoy bullying; what she wanted wasn’t to tornt Miss Painting but a sincere apology.
In truth, even the Pure White Witch always felt her birth was her Original Sin, but the hobody witch refused such nonsense about being born guilty, so today nobody can leave without apologizing.
Previously, it was always the big figures talking, so others were daring to be angry but not to voice it, but now, with such a little witch suddenly jumping out, the Heavenly Witches’ side was filled with dissatisfaction.
Especially Miss Painting, who originally had bowed her head low, suddenly lifted it, looking incredulously at Dorothy, her eyes full of anger.
"How dare you demand that I apologize, is there room for you to speak here, little thing?"
Even though she had been silenced, the intention was clearly expressed through her gaze.
However, regardless of her discontent, Dorothy simply looked at her calmly and earnestly. Seeing her unchanged stubbornness, she turned to look at the Sage Nun.
But Elena also calmly looked at her, with that sa smile on her face.
So, Dorothy smiled too.
"Understood, looks like Elena, you think the sa way."
The hobody witch nodded, then tugged at the necklace on her neck.
"Sister, wake up, it’s ti to work, soone wants to play the family card with ."
She called out.
Humph, didn’t those Heavenly Witches just ask if I knew who I was hitting? Well, now let ask you if you know who you’re underestimating.
Isn’t it just about backgrounds? Who doesn’t have one?
Then, the next mont, the sleeping Dragon and Serpent opened their eyes.
Across, the beautiful Sage Nun’s smile froze completely.
...Ancestral Elder is awakening...
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