"Have you lost your mind, Ivita Alsace? I'm a diplomat, not a general, and this is the esteemed great Republic, not our battlefield. What right do you have to lay a hand on me? Are you insane? Let me go!"
Akinuo Baros was filled with confusion, disbelief, and wrath.
Ivita looked over at the fountain in the mansion's great hall, unapologetically saying, "Why can't I lay a hand on you? Even setting national concerns aside, you show disrespect towards the most powerful wizard in the world."
Ivita's entire body erupted in a powerful magic aura, a force that also included the power belonging to the Demon God of Subspace.
He, alone, was contesting with the world's equally formidable magic power, the spirit of the Republic.
Old Witch Papal's eyes gleamed with admiration at such formidable magic power.
What a formidable wizard he was.
Papal Old Witch had thought she was following a Witch Queen.
