134. Director of Studies

Fortunately, Dorothy's annoyance did not last long, for after all, even if the little Angel on stage was the Academy Head's own granddaughter, she couldn't do as she pleased during such a significant event as the opening ceremony.

When the Phoenix's mischief on stage was discovered, a cold snort echoed through the venue, and soon after, a flash of light turned into a rope of fire, which bound the Little Angel suspended midair tightly.

"No, Mom, let me finish, I must have this lady… mmph… mmph…"

The bound Little Angel struggled, but her appearance had suddenly transformed from a bossy president to a spoiled brat.

And it seemed that the owner of the Flame Rope found this child embarrassingly disgraceful, as the end of the rope thickened and shoved its way into the Little Angel's mouth, silencing her once and for all.

Eventually, the rope tightened and dragged the Little Angel away, disappearing into the temple structure behind the square.