Similar words, similar accusations.
Ruger abruptly looked up at Mahama. Big Guy was looking at him too. One glance confirmed what they both suspected: they had indeed heard words like these before. And they had not been alone-Varin had been there too, when they left the Fairy Kingdom to attend Wizard Jillian's wedding.
Along the way, they had encountered several strange Wizards who had cursed them as the Supreme Council's vicious dogs.
Although the Bearer before them spoke somewhat differently from those Wizards, the impression her words gave, and the accusation behind them, were exactly the same.
The female Bearer seemed to ignore the more vividly colored Mahama, staring straight at Ruger's canine face.
"The True Spirit Council?"
After some effort, Ruger finally remembered the name. It was a Wizard organization he had learned about from Wizard Zorn's explanation, and supposedly, it too had a Nine-Ring Wizard.
The reason for their hostility was quite simple: a difference in ideals.
At certain moments, those seemingly innocuous words were what Wizards found most intolerable.
A trace of mockery appeared in the female Bearer's calm eyes.
"Those fragile fools-how could they compare to us-without the resolve to make great sacrifices, they can only survive in the cracks-"
The female Bearer seemed to speak a little more smoothly when insulting the True Spirit Council.
Ruger looked at Mahama. Judging by his expression, Big Guy's teacher clearly had not told him much about any of this.
"The Supreme Council knows full well-that the world's death can no longer be avoided, yet still dreams of creating a miracle-it is no longer fit to lead the world into the future. They are merely a band of stubborn fools waiting to be buried with it. Promising young Wizards-should leave the Supreme Council-"
The woman's gaze grew calm again.