"Pure lie, witches are also mortals, and mortals are mortal."

"If you violate the curfew at night, you will be arrested by the college's disciplinary office and taken to the basement... for punishment."

"Young girls always like to think wildly. In fact, they are just taken to the observatory to enjoy the cold wind all night."

"The three major thaumaturgy academies all contain the secrets of God."

"Part of it is true, but it's just some taboo knowledge."

"Cheating in exams will always be discovered, and no one can escape."

"Of course someone has succeeded, I... will go on."

The Witch Emperor blushed and skipped the topic.

"When a young witch is in danger, God will send a kind, brave, upright, beautiful lady with a great figure to save those kind-hearted girls."

Miss Teresa said, and Miss Violet sighed:

"Yes, that's it."

The former hesitated for a moment, with doubtful eyes:

"Isn't this the random thoughts of young girls in adolescence? I admit that when I was just entering school, I also thought about similar things."

"Of course this is just wild imagination, similar to those unclean storybooks circulated in the academy, but there is also a part of the truth. It's just that the initial rumors were really shocking. I only heard this story when I visited St. Byrons.

.The original statement was not about a lady with a great figure, but when a witch encounters a god and encounters difficulties, a strange man will appear from the fog to help."

Miss Violet paused and looked at the sword in her hand:

"Men are almost like excrement in our eyes, so the original legend was quickly distorted, and no one ever thought it was true..."

"Are we experiencing a true legend?"

The tenth grade witch asked in disbelief:

"If I use this experience to write a paper, maybe..."

"After leaving Lost Lake, you won't be able to save too many memories, and most of the records in your hands will be lost. But even if you still remember him, don't leave any records, yes, any records."

Miss Violet said with a serious face. Miss Theresa was stunned for a moment, then nodded reluctantly:

"Yes, aunt."

They are distant relatives.

"Go back. The road back to the camp is not easy. However, I am really curious about what kind of surprise that gentleman will bring when he comes back."

As she spoke, she waved to the hat on the ground, and the hat automatically flew into her hand. Suddenly she frowned again and asked Miss Theresa in confusion:
Chapter completed!