A living ice block.
Powerful, beautiful, rational, but just doesn't feel like a living person.
Back then the Witch Association had only just been founded. The chiefs of each tower relied on the Chairwoman's overwhelming strength and took her as their sole leader.
But in secret, they were like any other outsiders, treating her as some terrifying monster.
Maybe Herbert's words tugged at the Witch Association Chairwoman's old memories; her gaze trembled slightly, and her previously calm aura rippled a bit.
"Looks like you know quite a lot."
The old woman let out a soft sigh and said slowly, "Indeed, no matter how you look at it, with the Witch Association's current strength, picking a fight with the most renowned Godslayer… the end result is something we simply couldn't accept."
"Giving Finn a chance might not even earn his gratitude. He's probably already resenting me by now… I'm well aware of all that."
