"My naive Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman, this isn't the Witch World of the future where equivalent exchange is common among witches. Here and now, for those mortals gathered outside, equivalent exchange is a luxury—they would rather plunder than pay, if they can get away with it,"
Senior Mia was accustomed to this. After all, as a merchant, she had seen all sorts of situations and understood the pettiness and darkness of people's hearts better than her sisters.
Little Alice didn't have much of a reaction to the people downstairs, she even felt a bit thirsty. After all, for a vampire, seeing a street full of people was no different from a regular person seeing a street full of bottled sodas.
"Sister, sister, when are those angels going to come? I can't wait to start fighting."
The little witch was rubbing her hands together, eager to have a big fight soon.
