The surging vitality surges from the stomach and spreads throughout the body.

After a while, the witch felt the wound on her face itchy. She endured itchy, and the granulum on the wound was growing.

"Huh~."

Twenty seconds later, Doris touched her injured face, and she could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Is appearance really that important?”

Doris felt a headache when he heard the Speaker's inquiry.

The speaker of his own has too many advantages, is strong, and protects the members of the organization like an elder, etc., but Teerica also has a bad point, that is, she doesn't care about her own appearance, and always tries to convince others not to care about her appearance.

"It's useless to look at it. It's better to study magic more than you can with time to dress up..."

He knew the truth, but Doris still couldn't ignore his image.

She changed the subject: "His Speaker, our action has failed this time, and the establishment of the Kingdom of Forsy is a foregone conclusion. What should we do next?"

Speaking of serious matters, Teerica no longer tried to persuade her subordinates to devote herself to the great cause of magic. She frowned slightly: "For the sake of the present, I can only get used to this neighbor and wait for the time to come."

"So that's it?!"

"What else can I do?"

Doris opened her mouth and finally buried her anger in her heart, as the Speaker said: What can I do?!

Nowadays, the red dragon has become a climate, with a magic tower and a army of hundreds of thousands of monsters under its command. The [North Witch Council] family cannot solve the problem. If it is a strong attack, even if it can win, it will suffer heavy losses.

After a pause, Doris took a deep breath: "His Speaker, I want to start the trial."

The old woman looked up, her eyes as calm as stagnant as water had a hint of radiance, staring at Doris, the junior she was most optimistic about, and the scheduled successor: "Have you thought about it?"
Chapter completed!