eurekapd Chapter 202 The Magical City of Pierpont, Part 3
Chapter 202 The Magical City of Pierpont, Part 3
Harboring resentment at being ripped off, Elena finally arrived at the guesthouse of the Magic Integration Association headquarters.
As a witch, she naturally received special attention—even if the association claimed that everyone was equal, when faced with a person with no magical talent and a witch, anyone would naturally pay more attention to the latter.
The association will only maintain a semblance of equality and prevent those who bully others because they have magic.
"Miss Gray Witch, I am Emily, the hostess. Is there anything special I can do for you?" The staff at the inn may serve several witches a day, but even so, a witch is a witch, and the staff are not impatient.
Perhaps it is precisely because they, as magicians, have witnessed firsthand how difficult the witch trials are that they can better appreciate the terror of witches.
For example, don't be fooled by how easy it seems for Elena to fly around carrying her harp; that's only true for Elena... Don't you see how difficult it was for Avelia and her sister to fly?
The difference in magical control between them is qualitative.
“One room,” Elena said simply.
"Okay—are there any other special requests? For example, purchasing magical items or magical materials?"
"Nothing."
I just got ripped off today, so I have a very low desire to spend money.
Elena originally wanted to contact acquaintances, but unfortunately, neither Saya, Mina, nor their master Shira were at the association headquarters at the time, but were handling special missions elsewhere.
Their whereabouts are not their own to control. They're at work, you know what I mean.
"Okay, Ash Witch, this way please." The receptionist Emily led the way.
Yes, to guide.
Beyond the guesthouse lies the heart of the Magic Unification Association headquarters. One section is an administrative area, off-limits to unauthorized personnel, while the other is a service area for handling magical matters, including inn services, though these inns are exclusively for mages.
Money isn't enough; you have to be a magician. As for witches, there's an extra discount.
This was also one of Pierpont's major policies to attract magicians to his country.
Otherwise, if there's only fame but no real benefits, who would want to come?
Walking along the corridors of the association's headquarters building, one sees neat oil paintings hanging on the walls—as in most places, people display people or events worthy of promotion to showcase their country's culture.
And here, the oil paintings depict the presidents of the Magic Integration Association generation after generation.
Elena hadn't really cared about the selection of the president, since the first requirement to become president was to join the association, something Elena hadn't even considered.
But this doesn't stop her from knowing that all the previous presidents of the association were extraordinary figures, and that without certain great achievements, they could never become leaders whom all the witches respected.
The total number of witches within the association may not exceed a thousand, but there are definitely several hundred.
Those who become witches are the cream of the crop, and the difficulty of making all of them bow down is evident.
Below the portrait is a basic introduction to this witch.
It's short, but it's enough to explain a lot.
As Emily led the way, she proudly introduced, "On the left are the forefathers of the association, the renowned witches of all time." Introducing the culture of her own country was also part of her job.
Elena looked at each picture with curiosity.
The first president was a witch; the Witch of Order founded the Magic Integration Association but did not serve as president herself. Instead, she handed over the position to her teacher—although she was the one who ultimately did the work, her teacher simply acted as a mascot.
The second president was the Witch of Order.
In the following generations, the position was held by the disciples of the Witch of Order, their disciples, and their disciples' disciples... until later it seemed that this lineage began to become uneven and was replaced by a later-rising witch.
The current president should be the 93rd generation president of the association.
Kate is known for her forgiving nature, though she's more often referred to as "The Great"—her tolerance is something most people would find hard to accept.
None of these were worth Elena's attention, because although these presidents were all great, there were simply too many of them. For Elena, who usually just glanced at things casually and didn't care about them, they wouldn't catch her eye.
But when Elena saw the 78th Chairman, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The person in the oil painting is gazing ahead with a faint smile, and it seems that he is wearing a monocle, a style popular in that era.
"Am I...?" Elena was a little doubtful. At first glance, did I see her somewhere before?
But the next moment, Elena felt like she had never seen it before... it was a vague feeling, like she had seen it before, but also like she had never seen it before.
Elena looked down at the description below and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
My body shuddered inexplicably.
"The 78th Guild Master, the **Witch, Beatrice."
Elena's strange behavior naturally caught Jean's attention. He hadn't cared about the presidents at all before, but now he also looked over at them.
When I saw the name Beatrice, I immediately felt uneasy.
Coincidence?
While this name isn't common, it's certainly not unique. It's probably just a coincidence that she has this name; why is Elena reacting so strongly?
Qin, of course, had no idea what Elena was thinking.
It's just a coincidence, if only it were that coincidental. What's even more coincidental is that I subconsciously feel a sense of familiarity with the people in the painting.
"Are you two interested in this guild leader?" Emily walked over with a smile. "Oh, she is indeed quite unique. She is the only guild leader whose witch title is not recorded."
"Why? Surely her title won't be forgotten?" Elena asked curiously.
Why wasn't her title recorded?
How strange.
“According to the records, it should be related to the magical properties she possesses. Any records about her will gradually disappear and be erased for unknown reasons, the specific reasons are unknown. The only certainty is that, as time goes by, she will truly disappear, and then there will probably only be a picture frame left here,” Emily said. “It’s unbelievable, isn’t it? But the world is full of wonders. Maybe it’s some kind of magic, maybe it’s a curse. But we cannot deny her greatness as the president.”
disappear……
Elena stared intently at the title preceding the witch.
It's not that there were no records, but that it just mysteriously disappeared, right?
Under Elena's gaze, Elena somehow gradually began to make out the two blurry words, even if only for a few seconds.
She took a deep, heavy breath.
Beatrice, the "Witch of Fate".
"Miss Witch, do you believe in fate?" A figure flickered in and out of my mind.
Irene remembered that she had seen someone who looked remarkably like this portrait in Rostlov, the city of clocks—she had consulted the oracle for herself.