"To the President of the New Vascular Council! Angel! Angel! Angel! Angel!" Every member of the Law Society raised their glasses, shouting Angel's name.

Some were so overwhelmed with emotion that tears streamed down their faces.

"Victory belongs to us! To the Law Society! To the Blood Elf Magic Academy with its ten-thousand-year history!" Standing on top of a chair, Angel raised his glass and proclaimed loudly, "Order will be restored, and the light of law will shine on every magic apprentice! Every effort, every sacrifice we made today is proof of our unwavering commitment to the path of law!"

Thunderous applause erupted.

Even Barnes couldn't resist clapping for him.

Indeed, the scene unfolded right under Barnes's gaze, on the plaza directly across from the administrative building. Barnes was watching him intently.

"Incredible, really remarkable," a colleague standing beside her couldn't help but marvel. "I always knew his magical talent was extraordinary, but I never realized... he has such leadership charisma. Perhaps he is the one we've been searching for."

"Perhaps..." Barnes sighed softly.

Meanwhile, over in the Silent Spellcasting Group's camp, their large group was silently munching on the cold food delivered from the cafeteria.

In the March of Luo Ge Xian Ni, the night wind was still chilly, though their food was even colder.

Since Area A2 is situated much higher than Area B2, they could clearly see the grand candlelit banquet hosted by Angel's camp and could feel the warm and lively atmosphere.

It's impossible to avoid feelings of discontent in comparison. Saying that the members felt no resentment would be a blatant lie.

Qili quietly shifted her gaze to the wealthiest person in the camp, Gegil.

"Alright, I get it, I understand. But it's too late now... Tomorrow then. If we're still eating here for dinner tomorrow," she muttered, lowering her head and continuing to eat the icy food.

Oh... and not just that. Tonight, Angel's camp would sleep in tents, while others were destined to sleep under the stars—provided they were still willing to persist.

...

In a certain sense, Angel was like a perpetual motion machine. He was always coming up with new tricks, and, most importantly, he was always on the offensive.

Moonlight threaded its way quietly through the gaps in the Sacred Tree's green leaves, casting specks of light across the Magic Academy.

Late into the night, half of Angel's troops were already comfortably asleep in their tents, while the other half stood guard with snacks at their side. Meanwhile, his rivals were still busy feeding mosquitoes. At precisely this moment, Angel struck again.

Yes, he struck again. Just when everyone thought the first day was over, he made his next move.

"I need to meet Div."

"Div?"

"The leader of the Battle Mage Team. He seems rather—how should I put it—naive. Or, let's just say, he seems straightforward and dependable."

The materials vendor's eyes darted around. "What can I do for you?"

"Help me prepare some wine, preferably of good quality. I might need to drink with him."

"That's easy."

Soon, Angel hauled the wine barrel while Mosharili carried the snacks, and together, they appeared in the area controlled by the Battle Mage Team.

It was a sprawling flower garden, generally used as a recreational venue, with several intersecting paths.

Pitch dark, a few Battle Mage Team members were sprawled on the grass, snoring loudly, while a handful gathered at the edge of the lawn, forming a circle and chatting with occasional bursts of laughter.

"Hey, Div!"

"Who goes there!?"

Immediately, the awake members of the Battle Mage Team grabbed their magic wands, which resembled Wolf Fang Clubs.

Angel extended a hand, murmured a spell, and flames appeared at his fingertips, illuminating his face.

"Angel?" Div squinted. The other members grew even more alert upon recognizing him.

Angel shifted the flaming hand closer to Mosharili, lighting her up as well. "It's just the two of us. I came merely to check how you all are doing."

Hearing this, the Battle Mage Team members relaxed slightly.

"Checking on us? You mean you're here to pressure me into withdrawing, right?" Div sneered.

"No, I simply came to see you and brought a small gift." Step by step, Angel walked toward Div and, with a loud "thud," placed the wine barrel he carried on his shoulder down.

Mosharili carefully placed the snacks beside the barrel before quickly retreating behind Angel.

Looking at Angel, then at the wine and snacks he had brought, the Battle Mage Team members were puzzled.

"What are you trying to do, bribe us?" Div frowned.

"No, this is simply a gesture of gratitude," Angel said with a smile. "Of all the opinions voiced today, yours was the one I agreed with the most. In fact, I acted according to your suggestion. So these gifts are well-deserved."

Div looked at Angel, then at the wine, before waving his hand. "Alright, take it. Share it with everyone. Everyone worked hard today."

"Good... good!" Several Battle Mage Team members rushed forward, grabbing the gifts and distributing them.

The atmosphere erupted into cheers and jubilation.

Angel and Mosharili remained motionless.

"Alright, we've accepted. Are you leaving now?" Div asked Angel.

"Since I'm already here, won't you invite me to have a drink?" Angel replied.

Div pondered for a moment and nodded. "Sit."

...

Half an hour later.

"True warriors are meant to be used in the most critical moments. Every one of you here is an outstanding warrior. Each and every one. You wouldn't deny my words, would you?"

"Of course... you couldn't be more right," Div replied hesitantly.

"Honestly, I desperately lack true warriors. This puts me at a disadvantage in competing with other groups, especially the High Sect."

"Why would you bring up the High Sect? I mean... I thought you'd mention the Silent Spellcasting Group."

"Because the High Sect is the real competition. Don't you understand? Although the Silent Spellcasting Group appears the strongest, in reality? The ultimate decision rests with the Teaching Affairs Bureau. And what type of individuals do the faculty prefer?"

"Uh..."

"I've interacted with Barnes extensively; I know her well. They favor academically excellent students, and the High Sect members are undoubtedly the best. Remember the High Sect's speech today? Ever since, I've been worried that all the benefits will pass us by—those of us focused on practical combat."

"But you're academically excellent too."

"Yet I stand with you. Otherwise, why haven't I joined the High Sect myself?"

"Sounds plausible enough," one Battle Mage Team member commented, a worried expression spreading across their faces. Naturally, these were students who performed poorly academically, though Angel intentionally refrained from saying it outright.

The demon whispered, "Hey, with this strategy, you'll never recruit the High Sect later. These two factions can't coexist in one camp."

"You clearly don't understand the nature of the High Sect," Angel murmured in reply. "They don't join anyone—they make others join *them*. Get it? So I never planned on recruiting them to begin with. First, we need to distinguish between manageable rivals and those who aren't."

Turning his head, Angel sighed and added, "Losing one position is trivial; after all, didn't I still manage just fine before becoming the New Vascular Council President? But losing everyone's future... that is something I can't accept. I believe it's my responsibility to protect equality for every student, whether they're high achievers or those with slight imperfections. The current situation has become extremely urgent. We cannot give the Teaching Affairs Bureau any room for choice; otherwise, the final outcome will inevitably be in favor of the High Sect..."

...

"Honestly, when you said you'd use force, I thought you meant fighting your way through. But... hahaha, it turns out your real weapon has always been your tongue. Truly persuasive, undeniably persuasive. Lies in abundance! I'm starting to suspect there's a devil residing within you."

"Isn't that you?" Angel replied impassively.

"Indeed, but I swear your tongue has nothing to do with me," the demon responded, spreading his hands helplessly.

At dawn, while several competitors were still deep in dreams, Angel had successfully "eliminated" yet another rival. The Battle Mage Team, which never had much hope of winning to begin with, was smoothly assimilated into Angel's camp through his persistent persuasion.

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