"Students are making trouble, mages are protesting, and now even ordinary people are dissatisfied." Inside the Mage Tower, Veronica had just returned and curled up on the sofa, looking exhausted. She looked at Du Pont, who had also just returned, and asked, "Where's Deva? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"She could have come back with me, but at the city gate, she noticed that the Guard Barracks had gone on alert, so she chose to stay behind. I was going to stay with her, but the guards at the Guard Barracks became wary of me as soon as they saw my apprentice badge, so I had no choice but to come back."
"Those black-clad bastards actually dared to use my daughter. If she gets so much as a scratch, I'll throw that director into the Abyss. And Deva too—why can't she learn a little of that pointy-eared princess's tact?"
Veronica muttered unhappily. Clearly, the past month had left her exhausted. She cast a spell with her fingertips, and soon an aerial view of the old capital appeared on the wall. In the bustling square, people were pelting a group from city hall with rotten vegetable leaves. The female mage smiled at the sight.
"Looks like the School of Evocation and the School of Conjuration have torn off all pretense. Wenxing's army answers directly to the council, so without orders from the council, who could say anything if he stayed put? But with things having reached this point, the Guard Barracks are still doing nothing. Once this riot is over, they'll definitely get reported. Come here and massage my shoulders. While you're at it, tell me what you think of this situation."
With his mentor's command, Du Pont naturally did not dare disobey. He walked behind the sofa with