The Rose Witch looked at her granddaughter, Rose Tacitus.
Rose Tacitus was a young witch who wore a black rose-themed wizard robe, topped with a large black rose wizard hat. On the fingers of her right hand were three different rose-shaped rings, all exquisite and expensive alchemy items, and on her left hand was a black beauty multi-gold rose bracelet.
At the same time, on the left shoulder of her black wizard robe was a Second-Ring Magic Plant, the Black Demon God Rose. The imaginary roots of that Black Demon God Rose pierced out from the edge of the clothing on her body, continuously radiating terrifying magic pressure, and the entire rose drifted upward with black magic pressure, like overlapping shadows.
The Black Demon God itself looked like an iron flower, its petals like quenched iron blocks, soaked in the black of night, with the edges reflecting a cold metallic luster, and the coiled veins deep within the heart of the flower resembling solidified molten gold.
The magic pressure of Rose Tacitus was around fourteen thousand, but she was not old, only twenty-five this year. Yet she had been admitted to the Advanced Truth Institute of the Rose Council as an outstanding descendant of the same family as the Rose Witch—the ancient wizard family, the Tacitus Family.
At this moment, Witch Rose stood up from her seat, bowed to the Rose Witch, and said, "Great-grandmother, I will do whatever you command."
"Great-grandmother, I can help you. I have always wanted to join your cause, become your right hand, and become a backbone within your team."
Witch Rose seemed somewhat excited, because this was the Rose Witch's first formal task for her.
As expected, after becoming a Second-Ring Wizard, one could be entrusted with heavy responsibilities, no longer like a First-Ring