Non-human Realm, Magician's Association Headquarters.
Audouin's dragon, floating high in the sky, occasionally let out dissatisfied mutters. That most evil knight was still standing on its back while holding the Sword Saint's granddaughter hostage.
Looking at the crowd gathered around the Magician's Association headquarters below, Miss Witch couldn't help clicking her tongue in amazement. Curiously, she asked, "Is today the day the Magician's Association hands out rice? Why are there so many people?"
Naturally, her question received no response... Farrell merely stared straight at the two-hundredth floor of the tower at the Magician's Association headquarters before suddenly saying, "Radiance isn't here, and neither is Mystic Steel."
Miss Witch knew the Tower Masters' titles used outside. In the Non-human Realm, there probably wasn't anyone who didn't know the titles of the Association's Tower Masters.
"How do you know?" Miss Gillian asked curiously.
"Once you reach a certain level of power, you can naturally sense it." Farrell's words still hit the Mind Witch hard... Even if she fell short of those old monsters from a hundred years ago, she considered herself no weaker than anyone in the new generation.
Even if she wasn't outstanding, she was at least above average...
They used the war a hundred years ago as the dividing line. Anyone who had grown up after the war was collectively called the new generation.
The Sword Saint's granddaughter nervously hugged her pillow. Several times she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. From the conversation between Farrell and the Mind Witch, she vaguely learned a few things.
They had mentioned the war a hundred years ago... and said something about them returning.
Although she hadn't lived in that era, as the Sword Saint's granddaughter, she had some knowledge of the history from a century ago. Overall, she