Chapter 1277: Chapter 719: The New President
Thinking carefully, it does make sense. After all, Sophia, the Student Council President, was publicly stabbed to death by the Clown Grand Inquisitor a few months ago, making her an obvious dead person.
Although the death of a witch is common knowledge, they often rise again after a while, becoming a good girl once more.
However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a magical academy larger than most human kingdoms naturally cannot go long without a Student Council President either. So, in the absence of any signs of Sophia coming back to life for several months, the academy must have already elected a new Student Council President.
Even if Sophia had revived in time, it would have been difficult for her to remain as Student Council President. After all, the fact that the Pure White Witch possesses half the bloodline of the Lord of Glory has been exposed, and the students would likely have a hard time accepting that the Student Council President turns out to be the daughter of an enemy.
"Alright, it seems we need to find a new home. Do you still have things inside? I have everything in my bag,"
After understanding everything, Dorothy turned to her roommate and asked.
The top floor of the Tower of Shine was originally Sophia’s dorm, and the homebody witch was merely a freeloading parasite living there. She didn’t have much to begin with, and during her trip to Japan, she had already taken all her belongings with her.
Sophia, however, was somewhat dazed.
Although she had been mentally prepared for such an outcome, when she returned home only to find that the locks had changed, she still felt somewhat complex emotions.
Sigh, the world has always been like this. There’s no such thing as something that can’t function without someone. Once a person dies, no matter how popular or illustrious they were before, they soon become forgotten, and their presence fades.
This magical academy is no longer the Witch Academy that belonged to her in the past.
After a long while, the academy’s "Former Emperor" lady shook her head.
"There’s nothing important, just some daily necessities and some mementos that have lost their value."
She was not someone who enjoyed decorating the dorm. Apart from some essential daily consumables, everything in the dorm remained standard. Thinking about the things left in the dorm before her "suicide", it was probably various medals and trophies she had won over the years.
Hmm, it should fill up several display cabinets.
But now, with her unlikely to even receive a graduation certificate, these past honors seem meaningless.
"Okay, let’s not disturb the new president. Let’s return to the Witch’s Home."
Although Sophia didn’t say it, looking at her appearance, Dorothy knew her roommate was a bit saddened. So, she could only pat the Pure White Witch on the shoulder and say this.
If it were earlier and there was no dorm to freeload in, the two might truly be homeless and sleeping on the streets. But things are different now; Dorothy is now proudly a homeowner.
Hehehe, buying a house all by herself, no loans, that’s impressive.
Thinking about this, the homebody witch felt inexplicably proud and even had a bit of a sense of superiority from nowhere.
Yes, this is the confidence and security owning a home brings her.
Even though the Witch’s Home Sky Island is on the Thirteenth Ring of the Academy and can’t be compared to the Zero Ring location of the Tower of Shine, and the Tower of Shine is a marvelous architecture with many special effects, including magic power growth speed enhancement.
Nevertheless, there’s no place like home.
As a future witch real estate tycoon, Dorothy is confident that her Witch’s Home will also become a marvelous architecture, even more advanced and grand than the Tower of Shine.
The future is promising, the future is promising.
Just as the two were preparing to leave, suddenly the barrier of the room opened, and a witch with long, rainbow-colored hair stepped onto the balcony.
This seems to be the new Student Council President.
"Uh, Senior Christina?"
Turning her head, Dorothy saw this new president and couldn’t help but be surprised.
This person was, after all, an old acquaintance of hers—or rather, an old subordinate—with the Elemental Empress Judge’s mask hiding the identity of this primeval witch senior.
Yet, the homebody witch had never considered that the new president would be her.
"Clown... Mistress, President, is it really you? You’re finally back?"
Christina, realizing someone had activated the barrier at the door, thought a guest had arrived. Seeing the two figures she missed so much at the door, she was immediately very excited.
She cautiously looked around, ensuring no one was paying attention, then quickly snapped her fingers, activating the top floor’s defense barrier, blocking external perceptions.
"Mistress, President, please come in and we can talk."
The new president beckoned to the two, saying this.
Dorothy and Sophia: "..."
The two glanced at each other, a bit speechless.
Is this really necessary, being so secretive, like thieves.
But they still went inside.
Once inside, Dorothy instinctively observed the interior’s arrangement. To her surprise, although several months had passed, everything inside still looked as it did months ago.