Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

This was the time when various clubs were recruiting new members, and Messiah had also heard about the importance of the Saint Lensa Club. Many newcomers with strong Soul Color reactions received invitations from powerful clubs, such as the Glorious Saints.

The three had already rejected wave after wave of suitors, and it's safe to say that everyone knows that both Zenora and Messiah, two absolute future powerhouses, have joined the Throne of Chaos under the "bewitchment" of the Confession Monster.

Edgar was naturally there on behalf of the student council; this was an olive branch from Silverwing.

At this moment, all three of them guessed what was going on, but Edgar didn't even look at the two of them, staring straight at Nolan, whom he hadn't mentioned at all.

“I reminded you that day, Miss Nolan, that by killing Bard, you offended most of the leaders and nobles of the Holy Alliance. They have always been united against a common enemy, sharing both glory and ruin.”

"so what?"

Nolan rested his chin on his hand. That's obvious.

Edgar laughed, his face somewhat lewd. "You've humiliated them in public this time, they won't let this go."

"So what?"

When the topic of the Glorious Saints came up, both Zenora and Messiah looked rather grim. Lunsa, being a free city within the Holy Alliance's territory, was the most affected, with most of its mentors and staff receiving the Alliance's bounty.

In other words, being an enemy of the Glorious Saints will create many potential enemies.

Feller's ultimatum was really hard to deal with.

“You still don’t understand what I mean. That’s right, Bard brought this on himself. You’re perfectly justified in taking action, but those people won’t treat you the same way.”

"You definitely didn't come here just to remind me of this."

Nolan shook her head. She could understand Alicia's choice, but she didn't need to act according to other people's wishes.

"It's easy to talk to smart people."

Edgar rubbed his hands together, surprisingly not mentioning inviting Messiah and Zenora at all, and excitedly said to a Soul Warrior who was only level five, "Here, my suggestion is to join the student council to lay low for now. As long as you are in the student council, I guarantee no one will dare to lay a hand on you during the expedition!"

"Oh?"

"Both the Disciplinary Committee and the Extermination Committee would welcome a girl like you... well, a girl whose entire being exudes violent aesthetics!"

Edgar gave a thumbs up. To his surprise, Nolan's expression remained calm, and he even seemed to want to laugh. He wasn't afraid at all.

Messiah frowned slightly, already guessing Nolan's reply.

Actually, the student council is a good choice. No one would dare to break school rules under the watchful eyes of the Starry Obelisk, and the student council can guarantee Nolan's safety during his expedition.

The student council is the most powerful expeditionary force in Saint Lenza, and Silverwing's strength is no less than that of any other club.

Otherwise, Messiah really wouldn't feel comfortable sending this cute level 5 knight to her death. She herself was weak, and she knew all too well that the average level in the expedition team was above level 7...

But strangely enough, Edgar was actually quite eager for such a newcomer?

48. An excellent older sister

Even after class ended, a large number of students remained in the clock tower classroom at the Golden Campus.

They stared in astonishment at what was happening over there, and couldn't help but doubt their own eyes.

That eccentric student council president actually extended an olive branch to a freshman!?

There are indeed many outstanding newcomers who put the veterans to shame. Their amazing talent would even impress a saint, who would want to take them as disciples.

But Edgar neither went to Lochryn, the Son of the Seven Luminaries, nor pestered Messiah, the Star Prayer; instead, he placed the Silverwing Emblem in front of the two Joestars.

That little witch who believed in the truth of chaos.

Nolan's brutal killing of a level 6 Soul Warrior was indeed impressive, but it was more interesting than amazing.

After all, in the eyes of the main members of many powerful organizations, Bard was just a low-level Holy Alliance thug. Aside from his family background, he was nothing in the Glorious Saints.

However, not everyone understands the significance of that silver feather emblem.

Zinora tilted her head, looking like she understood but not quite. She and Nolan were both complete beginners, and there was still much to learn.

Whether it's the Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament or the Interdimensional Expedition, both seem to be still a long way off for the two of them.

Messiah was not so ignorant. She knew that the benefits of joining the student council far outweighed the drawbacks. By attaching herself to this powerful force, she could easily enjoy the research benefits brought by the expedition team, giving her a head start over other freshmen.

Even after graduation, his background of being directly under the Wings of Freedom Council will make Chen Guan, a student council member, stand out anywhere and will be of great help to his future.

Correspondingly, joining the student union is not an easy task either.

If the threshold of the Soul Color Trial prevents 90% of people from enrolling, then joining the student council is ten times more difficult. Only the most outstanding students from each campus are qualified to wear the Silver Wing Armband.

Even the Wings of Liberty would open their doors to them, offering generous incentives to every student council member to stay and serve in the top fields of the Federation.

"The Throne of Chaos and the Silverwing are not mutually exclusive; with your abilities, you are perfectly capable of handling both responsibilities simultaneously."

Perhaps sensing Nolan's feelings, Edgar added a final sentence, making a last-ditch effort.

The president was extremely humble, without the slightest air of superiority.

Nolan remained silent; a smile was the best response.

"alright, I got it."

Edgar sighed regretfully; he had truly come with sincerity.

Silverwing has a high entry barrier, and the number of places available each year is quite limited, so freshmen are usually not eligible to apply.

Is it youthful ignorance or blind confidence?

The student council has handled countless unsolved murders, and 50% of them are related to that group of arrogant saints, many of whom are outstanding descendants of high-ranking clans.

However, since they have disappeared without a trace and the Holy Spirits are backed by many leaders of the Holy Alliance, no one can do anything about them.

“Alright, in that case, I advise you not to leave the academy for the time being. It’s common for the Glorious Saints to take dirty tricks on students who disobey them in other places. It’s difficult for the school to take care of every student and find evidence to hold them accountable.”

Edgar shrugged, still offering a friendly reminder. He rubbed a few whiskers on his chin and muttered to himself, "Fortunately, your dorm is still quite safe, just a little dangerous."

Safe yet dangerous, the man, whose speech and appearance were as eccentric, uttered a rather contradictory sentiment.

Nolan chuckled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Cough cough, it's nothing!"

Edgar grinned, seemingly unwilling to let any bad words reach the dragon's ears.

"Princess Long Ji is the second girl in Saint Lensa to break into the top ten of the Star Martial Arts Tournament, after Senior Alicia. You will be very safe with her!"

After speaking, the student council president gave Nolan a meaningful look, seemingly hoping that the small Joestar family in the Iselan plane could produce a second miracle.

Chinara and Messiah paused, looking at the silver-haired girl in surprise.

They only knew that Er Qiao's older sister was excellent, but they didn't expect her to be just that excellent.

Saint Lensa wasn't the only one participating in the Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament; outstanding students from all the academies in the Federation would compete under the watchful eyes of the stars.

Watching Edgar's retreating figure, Messiah suddenly spoke, saying softly, "President, please hold off on your invitation for now. I will have her reconsider carefully."

Edgar turned around in surprise, paused for a moment, and then nodded.

“I would be happy to serve Miss Messiah.”

Are you sure I'll reconsider?

Nolan rolled his eyes at Messiah, packed up his textbooks, and stretched.

Hearing the chimes of the clock tower overhead, the three hurried downstairs, quickly forgetting Edgar's words and starting to think about lunch.

"Hmph, what kind of attitude is that? I'm doing this for your own good. Whatever you want to do next, the Silverwing and Wings of Freedom Council can help."

Messiah pinched Nolan's cheek, clearly displeased with the ungrateful little rascal.

This reminded Nolan, who glanced at Messiah again, rubbed the girl's small hand, and forced a big smile.

The Throne of Chaos now needs an altar. It doesn't need to be too big; it just needs to be able to maintain the void of the High God Court and establish a beacon of faith.

The afternoon was the most languid time. The three of them sat on the grass of the training field at the edge of the Golden Campus, quietly basking in the sun.

The first period in the afternoon was a martial arts class. After it ended, the three beautiful girls would inevitably rush to the bathroom covered in sweat, or they would rush in to shower together. It was too much trouble to run back and forth, so they were too lazy to go back to the dormitory to change clothes.

Nolan lay in Zinora's arms, listening to the little princess humming lullabies, gradually relaxing and falling asleep, letting a pair of skillful hands braid his beautiful silver hair into the willow braids that were popular among the Highgarden elves at the time.

Messiah rested her chin on her hands, curiously examining her personal assistant's adorable profile, still pondering the same question that had been troubling her.

Why did Edgar choose Nolan among the new students?

The student council president may have eccentricities and quirks, but the ability and vision required to sit in that position must surpass those of ordinary people.

What did he see in the two Qiaos that he had missed...?

Duke Joestar's Griffin Legion was renowned, but that was not enough to warrant Edgar's such eagerness.

A peculiar belief or a comical background are not sufficient reasons.

Could it be that low-profile duchess whom I've never even heard of?

Messiah shook her head, completely unaware that by eliminating possibilities step by step, her deductions were getting infinitely close to the truth.

The deep chimes from the clock tower announced the start of the class. The instructor was a giant three meters tall, clad in heavy steel armor, like a war machine. The heavy footsteps of his approach were the best school bell.

49. Fake believers? Real fans!

Training Ground No. 6 consists of an open area and many shooting ranges. When the simulated battlefield is not open, it resembles a circular playground.

Everyone in the open space looked up, their hearts pounding with fear, afraid that they might be accidentally trampled to death by the teacher.

Saint Lenza's students are all sorts of eccentrics, and his tutors come from all sorts of distant planes. He's even been singled out and criticized by a talking pig these days, so he's naturally not surprised.

"Weakness Exploit" is a basic combat course. It's a bit strange that Messiah and Zenora, both magic-based classes, chose this course, which shows that Princess and Star Songstress are really attached to their nanny knight.

The giant adjusted his helmet, pointed his big finger at the students below, counted them one by one, and then let out a satisfied, goofy laugh, seemingly not very bright.

"Everyone was on time, that's fantastic, hehehehe..."

The loud laughter was deafening and chilling.

"Then, let's run ten laps to warm up!"

"Huh!?"

The giant plopped down on the ground; in his eyes, ten laps would probably only take a few minutes.