The wind blew gently.
In the pitch-black "undeveloped area," almost no one could be seen.
Oh no, there was one. Angel walked over stealthily, with one hand on his shoulder bag.
The Magic Academy is built on the roots of the sacred tree, so the "undeveloped area" is also on the tree roots.
The roots, twisted and varied in height, resembled mountains. Meanwhile, there were tree caves of various sizes, similar to caves.
This kind of place is unique in the entire sacred tree.
From a distance, Angel saw the three members of the Vein Council responsible for patrolling. He walked straight towards them.
"President!"
"President."
"President... why are you here?"
Seeing Angel, the three Vein Council members quickly stopped in their tracks.
"I... just walking around." Saying this, Angel shook his head and told them, "Go patrol somewhere else. Here, don't come over unless I call you."
"Uh... President, are you going to do something?" one of the Vein Council members asked.
