Go Through The War To Become A New Spirit

Chapter 524

"It's back, Artemisia. "

“...... Allan. Located

in the upper hallway, Artemisia met the woman with long off-white hair and a youthful appearance. M. Mathers.

At this moment, she is wearing a well-fitting DEM club internal costume, giving people the feeling of being similar to an ordinary secretary, making it impossible to see that she is actually the most powerful magician in the world.

Although this phenomenon is still happening around members of the DEM Society who lack understanding of the existence of "magicians", there is no need for Alan to care.

Because she didn't have to care about it at all... After all, humans have no desire to pay attention to the thoughts of other animals.

"Isaac is waiting for you. "

yes, I see.

Artemisia nodded, and walked past her.

Artemisia was familiar with Alan's personality, so she was used to such extremely brief conversations.

Regardless of intimacy, the content of her conversations with anyone is very small, and the content is not a few words, but just such words can easily express what she wants to explain, which can be said to be a model of cherishing words like gold.

Of course, her words are limited to "anyone" except Viscott, and although the tone of communication with Westcott has not changed, the content has increased a lot.

Artemisia couldn't help frowning slightly when she remembered the unpleasant rumors that she occasionally heard about Allen and Westcott in the DEM club... Those guys are really overthinking.

"Plop. "

“...... Huh?" "

When Artemisia reached the turn of the stairs, suddenly a strange sound came from behind him... It looks like the sound of someone falling.

At this time, Artemisia suddenly remembered something strange...

Why did he meet Alan on the way up the stairs today?

When Artemisia turned his head, he unexpectedly found the girl who was lying on the ground, and she still gave people a capable feeling a second ago.

Artemisia shook her head, then stepped down and pulled Alan off the ground.

"Are you alright?"

It's okay.

Alan patted the dust off his body, his expression slightly embarrassed.

"So... Today's elevator is being overhauled again?"

"... Well. "

Do you need me to go down with you?" or I always feel like you're going to fall again, and if the other employees see you, I'm afraid you'll have to—" "There's

no need!"

Allen suddenly let out a rather loud shout, but soon she realized that there was something wrong with this action, and her face gradually turned from white to red and white.

"Ahem... I mean, things on Isaac's side are obviously more important than accompanying me, and the fall or something was just an accident..."

Artemisia sighed helplessly, knowing that she couldn't pull off this face to ask for her help, and then went upstairs herself.

"Plop. Not

long after he left, he heard a familiar sound again.

...... I guess Alan fell again.

...... Sure enough, next time if she has the chance, she will take her away directly, then she won't be almost hard-mouthed here.

With this in mind, Artemisia went to the floor where the office of President DEM, that is, Isaac Viscott, was located.

Most of this floor is owned by Westcott personally, and a single office occupies a sizable area of the floor.

Artemisia arrives at the door of Viscott's office and is about to knock on the door only to notice that it is not closed... It seems that the people inside have long noticed that someone will arrive at this time.