The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 587 - 10: The Wrong Path (3)

"No, we can’t do it. We’ve already tried." After a brief silence, President Alvis shook his head and said, "Angel, your confidence is admirable, but the fact is, we couldn’t make it happen. It’s not sothing we can do, and it’s not sothing you can do either."

After speaking, he turned away and began chattering with a group of Vein Council mbers about how to assist in forming the New Vascular Council.

So were indignant, so were helpless, and others complained. The scene was chaotic. Yet no one paid attention to Angel’s earlier suggestion.

Angel could only stand there quietly. After a while, he stepped back one step at a ti until he distanced himself from the crowd and turned to leave.

A slightly flustered Mosharili quickly followed behind.

...

Specks of light filtered down through the canopy of the sacred tree, illuminating the Magic Academy, and the angle gradually shifted.

Everything remained chaotic as ever.

The flower beds surrounding the administrative building.

Angel stood there with his arms crossed, silently gazing up at the third floor of the administrative building.

Through the corridor window, he could clearly see a group of Vein Council mbers crowded together, still fiercely debating.

"I think we can do it." There was a trace of anger in Angel’s voice.

"But we really can’t. We’ve already tried, every day for the past month. The situation has only gotten worse." Mosharili blinked and looked at Angel. "I can’t even go back to my dorm anymore."

Glancing at Mosharili, Angel said coldly, "There are plenty of thods; they just refuse to try them."

"Uh... what kind of thods are you referring to?"

"Force. Why not resolve it with force?"

"Force... that’s not really a good idea, is it?" Mosharili hesitated and said, "That would violate school rules."

"Look around you—are there even any school rules left?" Angel questioned. "Why are they allowed to break the rules, but we can’t?"

"Because we’re supposed to be the ones enforcing the school rules..."

"That was before. When the rules no longer protect us, it’s unnecessary for us to protect them. Desperate tis call for desperate asures."

To hear soone responsible for upholding the rules say "it’s unnecessary to maintain the rules"... To be honest, Mosharili was a little shocked. But she had no intention of arguing back. She rely blinked her eyes and cautiously looked at Angel.

Angel still stood with his arms crossed, silently, looking a bit angry. Squinting slightly, he seed to be lost in thought.

The two of them just stood quietly in the flower beds.

Perhaps because too much ti had passed, the atmosphere grew a bit awkward. Mosharili whispered, "Actually... ever since you won last ti, no one’s agreed to settle things with a duel anymore. So even if you use force, it won’t solve anything. They’re just a bunch of losers who can’t even fight back. If you lose, it could only get worse."

Angel glanced at Mosharili and said coldly, "Then just replace all the losers."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Mosharili remained standing in place, dazedly watching Angel’s departing figure.

"Have you really co up with a solution?" A voice like a devil’s shadowed Angel, pressing him for an answer.

"Maybe."

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you. While everyone calls you a ’genius,’ there are still plenty of magic apprentices in the academy who could take you down. Especially the senior students. By the ti you’re close to graduating, I believe you’ll surpass all the other magic apprentices, but right now, you can’t."

"I know, but I have other plans. Since it’s clear this won’t be decided by one-on-one duels, we’ll go with the rules for group battles." Angel answered lightly.

...

"First, we need to publicly announce this matter, letting all the students know about it. Then... then we let them vote. Whoever gets the most votes becos the new New Vascular Council President. They will be responsible for organizing the New Vascular Council, and we will provide assistance. Anyone can participate in the election. Yes, that’s our suggestion." After speaking, President Alvis smiled faintly.

"Doesn’t that sound exactly like what Gegil suggested to you last ti? I was upstairs watching the whole thing." Barnes asked with a blank expression.

"Uh..." Alvis awkwardly shrugged. "I won’t deny that our approach has certain similarities with his suggestion."

"Then how do we ensure that he properly implents the responsibilities we propose?"

"You’ll hold the budget. With the leverage of the budget, they’ll undoubtedly listen to you. Moreover, we will specify that the Teaching Affairs Bureau has absolute discretionary power over the New Vascular Council."

"But he’s elected by the students, so the students also have ’discretionary power’ over him. How do you guarantee that the students don’t want the chaos to continue, and that he just goes along with their wishes?"

Hesitating, Alvis replied, "That we can’t guarantee. But... if such a situation arises, you can dismiss him from his position."

"Ha." Barnes suddenly laughed. "You want the entire school’s magic apprentices to elect a Vein Council President, and then have remove him? Are you trying to make the school’s public enemy? This plan is no good. Co up with another one."

Alvis sighed helplessly.

...

While Alvis’s plan was being rejected by Barnes, Angel had already started taking action.

"What you’re proposing does sound sowhat interesting, but you want to bring my people to join you... That just doesn’t sound very trustworthy. Everyone only wants to make money; no one wants to beco the students’ public enemy, and we don’t want to waste too much ti affecting our studies. After all, we’re here to study, not to make money, right?" The burly, unkempt "campus foreman" said.