The powerful Wizards standing in the two lofty rows on either side actually had some misgivings in their hearts.
No kidding—this year, a Prince had actually passed the exam to enter the Witch Spirit Court.
The Wizards did not meddle in politics, the Imperial Family did not involve themselves in Witch matters; the only point of intersection between the two sides was that emperor and their High Priest.
Now a Prince had wedged himself in—what did that mean?
Many Wizards' gazes grew deep, while the youth standing in the middle, whose looks and bearing crushed everyone present, remained silent-faced.
Would the High Priest refuse?
But she only swept him a single glance, seemingly without even looking at the youth standing in the middle.
Then she lowered her head again and continued reading her scroll.
"I've read it. You may go down."
"Yes."
The Wizards led the newly inducted Wizards away...
The youth cast a distant look at that ruler seated high above.
Then turned and left.
