Silky stopped in front of the staircase on the top floor.

From time to time, people came up to talk, and the witch smiled and nodded in response, but the anxiety and worry in her heart expanded little by little like a shadow, and no one knew it.

Once she thought about what her only friend might be facing at the moment, the shadow in her heart seemed to swallow her whole person. The witch even hallucinates that the other party is moving away from her......

More than one person gathered near the ladder. Some people have received communications and orders from the top and even from the leaders of the school themselves, while others have noticed the change and have gone there for some personal reasons - the exchange of information between the bottom and the top is relatively closed, but because of this, it gives some people with bad intentions an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, judging by the gloomy expressions on the faces of this group of people, I am afraid that this disaster will destroy the ambitions of a considerable number of people.

And the reason why Shikoudi went to the bottom is both.

Not long ago, the vibration that spread throughout the magic tower, she naturally felt it for the first time, as a descendant of the prophetic witch, she could far more clearly appreciate the power contained in it than ordinary wizards-

There is no doubt that it was a collision that reached the pinnacle of humanity.

Thankfully, it only lasted for a brief moment. If it continues, the whole tower will be torn off like a sugar cane, and the people inside will fall into a puddle of paste like eggs falling to the ground.

Unfortunately, she knew that her friend Villette had "just happened" to go to the ground floor yesterday and was supposed to return this morning, but her whereabouts are still unknown.

In the middle of the night, Poeti received a notice from the Black Blood Society's subordinates that a plague caused by dark magic had swept through the bottom, and that it was now occupied by monsters. After that, she received an order from her teacher to go to the bottom of the floor.

The Black Blood Society is a parasitic plant that clings to the big tree of the Magic Tower and constantly draws nutrients, and now it is flourishing, and it is deeply rooted in the lives of the wizards of the Magic Tower, from the beginning to the roots.

Although the low-level people are lowly in status, they are an important gateway to communication with the outside world, and they are the largest potential group, unlike other wizarding leaders, Longman Hall actually pays a lot of attention to them.

The two motives overlapped on top of each other, leaving little room for Sykodi to consider, and the witch had to get up and hurry to go.

"Willy, I hope you're okay......"

The witch can only stand here, waiting for the ladder to open, which requires permission from the Steppenwolf members. And every minute of delay here becomes more and more precarious

She could be hurt by demons, infected with the plague, shattered in the aftermath of the clash of legendary powers, or even fall outside the tower—

The more she thought about it, the more powerless she felt in her heart.

Poeti had never believed in God, and because of that miserable situation, she could no longer believe in God, who had left the world.

Yes, they do exist in this world, and then what? They can't extend a saving hand to those who have a tragic fate, so what is the meaning of this kind of "god"?

It was only at this moment, when the premonition that her friend was about to leave her intensified, that for the first time, Poeti could not help but have the thought of praying.

But to whom could she pray? Who can guarantee that she will reach out to her friends in times of crisis?

It makes no sense, nothing will change. Just like the former self, even if you stand in the midst of the burning ruins, shouting and screaming next to the charred corpses of your family, shouting until you are hoarse, no one will come to save you......

The silver-haired witch suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't help but hold her forehead.

Her face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Sycody realizes that once again she can't help but be immersed in the memories; Controlled by that incomparable sadness, I can't help myself.

...... This is a very dangerous sign.

Occasionally, this kind of thing happens, whenever she's in a low mood.

For witches, the memories at the end of their childhood have become nightmares, the "claws" that always hold on to themselves and refuse to let go. In the darkness that lurks in the witch's heart, it seems that something is watching her at all times, and if the girl relaxes a little, it will drag her into the mire of despair.

And more importantly, once this hallucination appears, it often means that something bad will happen to her......

Silky took a few deep breaths before she could barely contain her mood.

...... Why......?

Silky sighed deeply.

The witch did not know if the appearance of such signs was a coincidence or a real occurrence - after all, low mood and hallucinations themselves could unconsciously hinder her life and work; However, her descent as the "Prophecy Witch" is by no means in vain.

It may really be some kind of reminder that her unawakened prophetic abilities were unconsciously affecting him.

If there is a misfortune that has befallen you in the recent past, what will it be?

For a moment, Poetry's heart was about to sink to the bottom. She no longer desperately wanted to go down to find a friend, and even resisted it. The girl was afraid of being disappointed because she couldn't find the other party's traces, and she was even more afraid of discovering the other party, but what she ushered in was ...... An even more mournful consequence.

At this moment, Sycody suddenly heard a momentary commotion from the crowd like undulating waves; Soon, however, people consciously suppressed their voices again.

The ladder in front of him "rumbled" and finally opened.

A gust of wind howled overhead. The silver-haired witch looked up in surprise to find the familiar figure of the adult overhead.

When leaving the ladder, everyone must walk on the road according to the rules. And those who can ignore this rule are only a few people on top of the magic tower who don't need to follow any rules.

"Miller."

The masked man passing by glanced at him.

"Yes...... I am here! ”

Shi Kodi was a little dazed, but she still lowered her head and quickly responded respectfully. The maiden was now nominally a member of the Rasputin school, which was equivalent to receiving orders from both at the same time.

However, Lord Rasputin hardly took the initiative to give her any orders. It is only when she reports on her work on a daily basis that she occasionally responds to topics of interest.

Out of the corner of Shi Kodi's eyes, she could see another figure floating beside the other party, and she saw that the other party waved her hand slightly, and that person floated towards her.

After Shikoudi caught it, she felt the soft body of a young woman; At this moment, her fingers suddenly touched the blonde hair, which was very familiar to the touch, and her heart trembled.

The witch bowed her head. To her great surprise, the person in her arms was none other than the person she had been praying for to be saved, her best friend, Villerett Edward......

It seemed as if her hunch had finally failed once.