Yes, the "Chairman" was a girl... To be precise, she was a very beautiful girl. She had a delicate figure and elegant posture, faint willow-leaf brows, and pale blue eyes that glimmered with cold light. Her long, doll-like eyelashes curled slightly upward, her dainty nose was petite and refined, and her thin lips looked crystal-white beneath the sunlight. Her tender skin and oval cheeks perfectly complemented those exquisite, flawless features.
Honestly, the Chairman's temperament was very different from what Punk had imagined. After all, when one heard the word "Chairman," a stiff, solemn middle-aged man like Mestur seemed far more fitting as the image of a successful manager, did he not? The caster had every reason to believe that everyone in the Silent Alliance who had never personally seen the Chairman's true appearance must have held such preconceived subjective impressions of their mysterious leader.
But the Chairman herself was actually an aloof and adorable girl holding a staff taller than she was...
Well, a Legendary professional's appearance was not important, was it? Theoretically, even a Formal Level caster could alter or fix their appearance according to their preferences. For example, Punk's appearance had never changed from his Apprentice Level days until now. When Legendary powerhouses needed to identify one another, all they had to do was pay attention to the soul aura that could not easily be altered.
So, in the end, it made no difference whether the Chairman was a beautiful girl. After being slightly surprised, Punk had no leisure to continue paying attention to the Sun Throne's personal preferences.
After all, compared to the attractiveness of his own leader, the teleportation spell's effects before the Morningstar Mage were what Whisper of Destruction truly needed to watch.
"..."
Honestly, this unscathed retreat could already be considered a success. Punk