Chapter 072: Western Witchcraft (2 more updates)_2

The office fell into silence.

"President Foster, for now, we can only let go. After all, the outcome of being taken away by such a department would be terrible."

Rosewood Campbell had some knowledge about this department.

Without investigating, she already knew that there would be no good repercussions from getting involved with a department that was connected to the nation.

"As long as this controversy is quelled, it does not matter where he is taken."

"President Foster, do we have to deal with those fans?" Rosewood Campbell adjusted her glasses.

Yvette Foster nodded, "Handle those that can be handled."

Fans are too powerful. It's safer to always keep them in check.

*

In a certain small park.

On a tree branch.

The girl leaning against the tree raised the small dagger in her hand and gripped it.

A squeeze.

A crisp noise.

The extraordinarily tough material was instantly crushed into fragments in her hand.

There lay a pupa in her palm.

A greenish-purple color.