The light blue windows in the shape of Klassenjotes reflect bright and pure daylight.

In the office of the Magic Guild Master, Alice and Willett sat opposite each other.

There was a vintage bookcase between them.

There are many paper documents piled up on the desk. These documents are divided into categories and stacked neatly in rows, so they look as orderly as the guards guarding the palace, without looking messy.

The magic seat can be adjusted according to the size of the person's body.

However, the seat that Willett is sitting on is a seat specially used by the Magic Guild Master, so he can only adjust the height of the seat, but cannot change its size.

This kind of design is also to let each generation of presidents understand the great responsibility that the seat they sit in has.

Violet is only nine years old. Sitting on the noble and solemn magic chair, she looks even more petite and thin. She is the youngest magic guild president, and with her small body, she takes on the responsibility of Credo's magic guild president.

.

And we are always striving to do better.

Although today is the weekend, the president still has many things to deal with. However, this time, Willett did not lower his head to write any official documents, nor did he read any obscure magic books.

She was listening carefully to what Alice said, her ice blue eyes looking focused and serious.

"So, the Eye of Disaster appeared in Gildas?" The president's tone was solemn, but his expression remained calm.

"I just heard about it from Uncle Lake."

Alice nodded affirmatively, "On the night we came back from Gildas, a huge red eye appeared in the sky above Gildas. The range of the eye... was enough to cover the entire city.

."

"Three hundred years ago, the Eye of Disaster also appeared in the sky." Willett's voice seemed to freeze into ice, and his slender eyebrows were tightly knitted, "Three hundred years ago, that man caused a bloody storm.

.....At the same time, the Eye of Disaster was triggered.”

"It's the same this time." Alice took over Willet's words with a very firm tone.

"You mean?" The president's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he thought of something.

Alice nodded, confirming Brenda's guess, and clenched her left hand slightly into a fist on the table:

"Actually, when I was in Gildas, to be precise, I fought Mondrikin in the mountains north of that city."

After hearing the news, Willet's pupils dilated slightly, unable to conceal his inner shock.

Although she and Alice had both thought that the real culprit behind the Screaming Demon Soul was the resurrected Mondrikin, the evil wizard from three hundred years ago, the president did not know about the fight between Alice and Mondrikin.

After returning to the Magic Academy, Alice never told Willet about this incident. She only said that she destroyed the summoning circle of the screaming demon soul and defeated an evil wizard.

"Actually, I haven't told Abu because I don't want you to worry about me."

Alice said, her eyes frank and sincere, "I know this matter is very important, and in that battle, I was no match for Mondrikin. The difference in strength between us was too big...

"

"So, how did it end?" Thinking of the thrill at that time, Brenda frowned even more tightly, "Did you suffer a lot of injuries but didn't tell me?"

Alice looked away, actually feeling very guilty.

About Dolores biting her shoulder, about the little princess Mo Jianzhi, about the true identity of the Void Wand...

She hides too much from Brenda, but she has no choice but to do so.

Facing Willett's concerned gaze, Alice felt heavy and full of guilt.

But before she truly becomes stronger, many things must be hidden.

She has no choice.

"I wasn't hurt at all."

After Alice made her decision, she suppressed her thoughts that were floating on the water and spoke calmly,

"At that time, I was chased by the magic thunder triggered by Mondrikin. Suddenly, a golden-purple thunder and lightning fell from the sky. I witnessed with my own eyes that Mondrikin was shattered by lightning."

"He's dead?"

Willett never questioned Alice's words. But this did not mean that she believed what Alice said.

In fact, she has always known that Alice has many secrets, but she understands Alice and believes that Alice must have something unspeakable.

The president has always been a very perceptive person. However, in order to embarrass her friends, she has remained silent on this matter.

Only this time it's related to Mondrikin, the terrifying monster that roamed the magical world back then.

Brenda couldn't help but feel nervous and worried when she thought of Alice fighting against the other party.

That's why I rarely get to the bottom of things.

After realizing what he had said, the president realized that he was careless and made his best friend feel guilty and embarrassed... This made Willett feel a little sad and depressed.

She shouldn't ask such in-depth questions, she didn't want to see Alice in trouble. So after Alice answered the question, she didn't continue to ask for specific details.

"I always thought he was dead." Alice replied, "It wasn't until Black told me about the Eye of Disaster that I changed my mind. Maybe things are not that simple."

"If that person is already dead, then the Eye of Disaster should not appear after his death." Willett quickly followed Alice's train of thought, put his right hand on his temple, and raised his eyes to look into the other person's eyes.

"You witnessed the death of the resurrected person with your own eyes, Alice. But maybe it was your own eyes that deceived us."

The little blond witch thought for a moment and roughly understood the meaning of Willet's words:

"Does Abu feel that Mondrikin deliberately let me witness his death?"

Alice stretched out her white index finger and pointed at her bright and pure eyes.

"In fact, Mondrikin is not dead at all. Maybe he is still in Gildas. So that night, the Eye of Disaster appeared in the sky of that city?"

Willett looked at Alice, nodded slightly, and then shook his head slightly:

"This explanation is reasonable. However, I think the Resurrectionist did not really go to Gildas at all. The person who set up the magic circle may be the Resurrectionist, but it is most likely just an phantom of the wizard."

Alice thought thoughtfully: "...the wizard's phantom?"

"If he really came to Gildas for revenge, why would he go to all the trouble to attract so many screaming demon souls?"

Willett paused for a moment, seeming to straighten out his thoughts.

"Just go to the magic hotel and kill me. As for the other magic students, they are all lower grade students and have no ability to resist the powerful and evil wizard's magic."

The Magic Guild President looked through Alice and looked at the trophy hanging on the wall of the Guild President's studio.

"After all, our family was also one of the main forces in that decisive battle that year. The damage done to the resurrected was second only to Principal Credo. As the heir, I...cannot escape from Gildas unharmed."

Willett continued his analysis. Because he drew the magic circle in the "Dream Interpretation Book" last night, his body was in a relatively weak state. Even if he took the magic potion to replenish qi and blood, it would be difficult for his body to recover quickly.

She rubbed her temples tiredly, and her vision became a little blurry for some unknown reason, like a glass window washed away by rain.

The light blue windows in the shape of Klassenjotes reflect bright and pure daylight.

In the office of the Magic Guild Master, Alice and Willett sat opposite each other.

There was a vintage bookcase between them.

There are many paper documents piled up on the desk. These documents are divided into categories and stacked neatly in rows, so they look as orderly as the guards guarding the palace, without looking messy.

The magic seat can be adjusted according to the size of the person's body.

However, the seat that Willett is sitting on is a seat specially used by the Magic Guild Master, so he can only adjust the height of the seat, but cannot change its size.

This kind of design is also to let each generation of presidents understand the great responsibility that the seat they sit in has.

Violet is only nine years old. Sitting on the noble and solemn magic chair, she looks even more petite and thin. She is the youngest magic guild president, and with her small body, she takes on the responsibility of Credo's magic guild president.

.

And we are always striving to do better.

Although today is the weekend, the president still has many things to deal with. However, this time, Willett did not lower his head to write any official documents, nor did he read any obscure magic books.

She was listening carefully to what Alice said, her ice blue eyes looking focused and serious.

"So, the Eye of Disaster appeared in Gildas?" The president's tone was solemn, but his expression remained calm.

"I just heard about it from Uncle Lake."

Alice nodded affirmatively, "On the night we came back from Gildas, a huge red eye appeared in the sky above Gildas. The range of the eye... was enough to cover the entire city.

."

"Three hundred years ago, the Eye of Disaster also appeared in the sky." Willett's voice seemed to freeze into ice, and his slender eyebrows were tightly knitted, "Three hundred years ago, that man caused a bloody storm.

.....At the same time, the Eye of Disaster was triggered.”

"It's the same this time." Alice took over Willet's words with a very firm tone.

"You mean?" The president's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he thought of something.

Alice nodded, confirming Brenda's guess, and clenched her left hand slightly into a fist on the table:

"Actually, when I was in Gildas, to be precise, I fought Mondrikin in the mountains north of that city."

After hearing the news, Willet's pupils dilated slightly, unable to conceal his inner shock.

Although she and Alice had both thought that the real culprit behind the Screaming Demon Soul was the resurrected Mondrikin, the evil wizard from three hundred years ago, the president did not know about the fight between Alice and Mondrikin.
To be continued...