Alice raised her hand with the black open-toed glove, moved her body, and lightly patted the short-haired magician's chest.

With the help of the black gloves, the control of her strength increased by more than a few degrees. In addition, Alice's strength was already quite strong, so this move, which seemed bland on the surface, actually contained extremely ingenious and powerful strength.

The short-haired magician felt a small hand pressing against his chest. The next moment, the surrounding scene moved forward rapidly. The high-speed flight made him scream in terror. The tone of his voice changed due to the influence of speed.

Then, he was knocked away seventeen or eighty meters. Just when he thought he was going to hit the wall behind him, a gray magic circle suddenly appeared behind him. The rotating magic circle brought an opposite force, easing the

By controlling the momentum, the crisis of hitting the wall was avoided.

The boy fell face down to the ground, swallowed a mouthful of ashes in embarrassment, and was about to turn around and say thank you to the person who helped him... However, when he saw the kind-hearted magic student, his expression instantly froze as if he was petrified.

.....

The people who helped him were not just passers-by, but Brenda, a young genius who was quite famous in the magic world. She was also the youngest magic guild president in history and the heir to the Willett family.

If you make a mistake in front of the president, especially if you bully other magic students in public, such behavior is tantamount to a blatant provocation to the president.

If the circumstances are serious, they will be strictly controlled by the Magic Association. They will be supervised in real time when going to school, eating, getting out of class, etc.

Not to mention skipping classes, even if you don't listen to the lectures and sleep in class, you will be recorded, and if it reaches a certain limit, you will be expelled. Credo Magic has such rights.

Moreover, the president is well-known for his resolute actions, so when he sees the magic president, he will behave himself and dare not make any mistakes if he has not made any mistakes. But now, he is like a mouse after seeing a cat, but he is still showing off his mouse in front of the cat.

.

He should do some divination when he goes out today, so that he won't end up in this dilemma!

The short-haired boy's face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd, his face was pale, and he was sweating. Finally, he gritted his teeth, made a plop, and knelt in front of Willet. He bowed his head and admitted his mistake loudly with a strong desire to survive:

"Thank you, President, for saving me. I know I made a mistake, but please forgive me. I, I will never dare to do it again in the future!"

Willett, who was about to yawn, was startled by the boy's sudden kneeling action, and his drowsiness was almost gone.

"Get up first, don't kneel there."

A voice as clear and clear as ice and snow sounded, with no emotion at all. The short-haired boy suddenly became more nervous and shouted with a cry:

"Don't fire me, give me another chance to change my ways, please, please, President!"

Willett sighed silently. This was not an ancient time. He was kneeling back and forth, feeling tired just looking at it, and refused to listen.

Is she that scary?

Having said this, the game over there has been declared over.

Alice stood and smoothed the hair on her head that had stood up due to the battle with her hands. The other four people fell to the ground in a mess, holding their arms or legs and wailing in pain.

Andrew stood obediently behind Alice, holding the magic robe tightly with both hands. The magic robe was wrinkled because he worked too hard. He still lowered his head and said nothing.

According to Credo's school rules, if an evildoer harms other magic students and is subdued by force, the perpetrator will not be held accountable. Of course, the prerequisite is that lives are not endangered.

"It's okay now, Andrew, don't be sad and tell me what happened, okay? If we can be considered friends."

Alice turned around and faced Andrew. This boy, who usually looked a bit clumsy, had lost all of his enthusiasm in the past, and was taciturn and seemed like a different person.

"...Alice, thank you for your help. Actually...I am often bullied like this, and I am used to it, but I still want to thank you! I am very useless, uncomfortable, and isolated, but

I am very proud to have you as my friend."

"... Even if I am hurt, or be disliked and looked down upon by others, as long as I think of you and the president, and of me and you as friends, I... I feel really happy

of."

Alice had no idea that Andrew had always been isolated.

Moreover, this group of male magic students had been bullying him for a long time, and he had already been living in such a bad way even before Alice Willet met him.

"I am a descendant of a fallen wizard. No one in the magic world will be prejudiced against me. Except for you and the president, no one is willing to make friends with a descendant of a fallen wizard. This is also the reason why I was bullied.

I am the descendant of sinners, and I can only atone for my identity."

Alice didn't know what the Fallen Wizard was, but it didn't sound very good. Alice also didn't expect that the reason why Andrew was bullied was because of his family.

Because the fallen people in the family, as the children of future generations, cannot choose where to be born, they are born to bear such a heavy crime, and will never be able to hold their heads up, and will always be isolated.

Just like the demon clan, they will be treated specially by all magic citizens.

"After knowing my identity, will you still be my friend? I have been thinking about this just now, but I know that I must muster the courage to speak out, otherwise, I am afraid that I will keep lying to myself.

Go down. Because, because I don’t want to lose you as a good friend!”

"How is that possible? Are you a fallen wizard?"

Alice did not answer directly, but asked.

"Me, my ancestors are, but I am not, and I will not be like him!"

Andrew held the black magic robe tightly with both hands, but his tone revealed a rare determination, as well as mixed emotions of shame, sorrow, and sadness for his ancestors who had fallen wizards.

"That's it! You're not a fallen wizard, and it's not like you told your ancestors to be evil people. Why should I mind?"

"You are you, Alice's friend Andrew, not anyone else. No one can replace yourself. Your identity and everything else are gone with the wind! What do you care about it?"

Alice raised her hand and patted Andrew's shoulder comfortingly, shrugging indifferently. A pair of big amber eyes were sincere and calm, as bright as the morning light in spring, able to dispel all the unhappy haze, golden

Her hair was dancing in the breeze, and her hair seemed to be shining beautifully.
Chapter completed!