After all, most channels for making one's voice heard were controlled by the Mage's Association.
"I'm thinking... Don't rush me, okay?" Laura pondered for a moment, then spoke excitedly. "How about we try spreading the word that Ivy isn't the creator of the magical system, and that the miracle that twisted the starry sky... was merely an illusion?"
"Bishop, do you take everyone for fools?"
Stiyl asked flatly.
"All right, looks like that won't work."
Chapter 584: Illya's Melancholy
Uruk.
At the corner of the city.
Under a large, luxuriantly leafy tree.
Illya sat sideways on the soft grass with her knees together. Her delicate little face was earnest yet gentle as she softly told the children gathered before her fairy tales about the future.
The children sitting in a circle were more serious than the next, unwilling to miss a single detail.
These days, they often came to ask Illya to tell them stories. They sincerely liked and admired this beautiful, gentle, and kind older girl.
After all, who didn't like a beautiful, gentle older girl who could tell stories?
"All right, that's all for today." Illya gently tucked the silver hair beside her ear and smiled at the children before her. "I have to go train. If I slack off... I won't be able to protect Uruk."
"Aw... One more story, Big Sis Illya."
"Don't be selfish. It's already great that Big Sis Illya is willing to make time to tell us stories."
"But I still want to talk with Big Sis Illya a little longer."
The children all wore reluctant expressions and didn't want Illya to leave. They wanted to hear more stories, but their bodies obediently moved aside to make way.
After all, compared to telling them stories, Big Sis Illya had something more important to