Grand Magician Julia Winter's attitude is dignified and calm, and her temperament is even more difficult to ignore.

She has an absolutely superior appearance.

Her long, satin-like white hair was coiled high, and her azure pupils shone in the shimmering light.

Grand Wizard Winter often appears to the public, and has won the favor of most civilians not only because of his appearance, but also because of his unequal manners, and not very arrogant.

And that's not the only point.

- Anyone who saw this gentle elder, who was a senior figure even among the Magisters, whether or not they really knew her terrifying strength, would feel an instinctive sense of respect in their hearts.

This perception is more like an invisible spell. Because being loved seems to be a special gift that Winter was born with, and has been around since the living mages first saw her.

"With all due respect, if we all feel that silence is the best option, because there may be hidden dangers in the stalling of some old things here."

As if a kind teacher was persuading his disobedient students, Winter's gaze was calm and steady, sweeping over everyone present in turn like a spring breeze.

Lucifer looked at Anfen, and there were a lot of actual moves—many of the abilities revealed were compromises that were made to test us. I think not only do I know this, but you know it better than I do. ”

Only she can rely on her connections to have the qualifications to look at all Magi so openly, and for granted, without leaving a handle on it.

Although there are only seven people present at the moment.

- Ad-hoc Magister meetings are usually only attended by those who care about the issue, and the time is of the essence, and it is not yet time to really start.

The people and pigeon spirits who were present at the card point were not a few among the Magisters.

Della also broke the deadlock and spoke, giving Winter a complicated look, "...... Rogrides' words also make sense, having ideas does not mean being scheming, but we should also be vigilant. ”

"So, you mean that King Lestus may have been planning to do something big, and that we people have come together to control him in time - or simply to get him done on the spot?"

The words of the Grand Magician of Caradel of the Kingdom of Denton were too blunt, and the central pavilion was silent.

Visward Calladal.

His seat can be called the "three non-sticks", no one approaches, no one touches, it looks like a loner guy, but in fact he is a real magician.

He is a vampire magister that has risen up in recent years, and has recently taken this position after winning the dispute over the position of the Grand Magister in the Kingdom of Denton.

At the last time they gathered, Grand Mage Caladel was still an ordinary member of the Magus - although it was also very powerful, and this race was even rarer at the Magister gathering, but it never represented the status of the country.

But not now.

Westward has extremely pale skin that is almost anemic, and his pupils are like a breathtaking black vortex, and there is no bright color outside the whites of his eyes.

Judging by his appearance, Visward Calladel is a fairly typical vampire.

It is difficult for such a guy to be quiet at a moment without making the hearts of ordinary people tremble, wondering if he will suddenly show his fangs and hungrily suck the blood surging in people's bodies.

- With such external characteristics, it is not an exaggeration that Visward could almost sell his portrait directly to popular science books, and directly use it to popularize the general characteristics of the vampire race.

It's just the abundant racial traits of this great magician...... Maybe it's in the wrong place.

After saying something astonishing, Westward smiled casually, revealing his left and right fangs.

"Well, don't be so serious. I'm just talking about it casually—the king of Lestus, and I know that he's not that easy to mess with, and I shouldn't have said that. ”

Visward is as good as a stream, and dares to admit his mistakes.

The eerie temperament and oppressive feeling that comes with the vampire race is immediately swept away, as if it were just an illusion.

Westward, who started to speak like this, looked more like a stunned head, probably because he was playing with the silly boy who had made himself look like a vampire.

This is not the case. He's a real vampire, and everyone knows it.

Caroline's temples twitched hard and mocked, "You know you can't say that!? ”

She really didn't understand why such a guy stood out in the fierce competition for the position of Grand Magician in the Kingdom of Denton.

There are very few magisters among vampires, and even very few people delve into magic, but mages are considered outliers.

Because they are born with unique racial abilities, including skills that most mages bother to master.

There are countless legends about vampires, and the fields covered by the skills are also rumored to be inconclusive.

The vampires are known for their mysteries and almost never leave a written record, perhaps because they themselves are walking "history books".

In addition, their own lifespan is endless, and they don't need to rely on becoming mages to keep themselves active for a longer time.

This is somewhat similar to that of the Dragons.

Demon dragons often do not call themselves mages, and few people will get involved in the gathering of mages, precisely because their own research on magic is instinctive, and they really rely on their own power to do so.

Both clans treat magic as a dispensable convenience, and vampires are even less dependent on magical power than dragons whose physical strength is reduced due to changes in appearance when they take on human form.

But Westward is a wonder.

Not only did he learn magic, but he also diligently became a magister; Not only does it specialize in esoteric magic, but it also focuses on the most simple attribute magic.

Visward smiled, turned his head, and asked Winter mercilessly.

"So let's make an assumption. If the Kingdom of Crowley really has a special purpose, let the Kingdom of Lestus fall with it. Julia Winter, what do you want to do? ”

Visward tilted his head, his left eye blinking, and the expression he squeezed out was extraordinarily colorful.

"If Denton and the Kingdom of Cole next door have helped, do you think we will sit back and watch the Kingdom of Crowley occupy the territory and resources of Lestus, and then rush back to us in a hurry?"

The assumptions are extreme, but the words are not rough.

Westward is a vampire who is used to being alone, and the vampire's unique lifestyle also keeps him away from the crowd and happens to be unaided by Winter.

He belongs to one of the few people who have never owed Winter a favor at all, and is a complete outsider, so he can naturally go head-to-head with her unscrupulously.

Even if it's a bite of a senior, a vampire archmage

The sudden closing of Westward made Winter frown, but he had clearly expected this situation.

She sighed helplessly.

Winter looked at Quint, who was sitting next to his daughter, his hat lowered, as if seeking his consent.

Seeing this, Quinte's face changed.

But he also knows the pros and cons.

Although his face was ugly, he glanced at Della and sighed when he saw that he had already set his eyes on his daughter when Winter signaled.

Then Kun nodded.

So Julia Winter made a final decision, looking at everyone at eye level.

"If I say that I am about to step down from my duties as the Grand Magician of the Crowley Kingdom, I will no longer serve the Crowley Kingdom from now on. And I swear by my soul and my reputation that the purpose of my presence here today has nothing to do with the ambitions of the royal family of Crowley, can I exchange it for an opportunity to discuss normally? ”