Socializing

Although the election for the new International Magical Federation was fast approaching, unlike the open and covert struggles and bitter battles of the past, this election was different. No matter how excitedly the common people marched and protested, waved banners and shouted slogans, or fervently supported the politicians they favored, the upper echelons of the Ministries of Magic in every country were utterly unlike them, appearing exceptionally calm.

They displayed to everyone—whether rival politicians or their most fervent supporters—the "gentlemanly conduct" that had once existed only as empty words on their lips.

They had ceased their attacks and stopped slandering one another. Like Muggle aristocrats attending a ball, they toasted and drank together. Clearly—

No one wanted to be elected President of the International Magical Federation this term.

They all knew perfectly well why the previous President of the International Magical Federation had been pushed out as a scapegoat. Likewise, they knew exactly what public opinion would force them to face, and what kind of opponent they would have to confront, if they took office.

Yet they had no choice but to run. Withdrawing from the election meant abandoning the voters who supported them, and it also meant the end of their political careers—

That was something even more terrifying than Tierra, who was far away.

"You do not seem very enthusiastic. Would it be convenient for you to tell me why?" A cool, detached voice rang out in Nathaniel Calhoun's mind.

Nathaniel Calhoun, vice president of the Norwegian Magic Association, instinctively turned his head, trying to find that chilling young man amid the crowded hall. Only when a sharp pain came from his wrist did he suddenly realize what was happening.

"Mm, my lord..." Having realized it, Nathaniel Calhoun stopped looking around. Instead, he did his best to restrain