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Fallen Angel, this is a race of quite special status.

By racial classification, they undoubtedly belong to the Angel Race, but when it comes to alignment, they are part of Hell's faction, a type of Demon.

This is a wholly new race formed by Angels who fell and plummeted into Hell.

The birth of the Fallen Angel Clan originated from a civil war in Heaven, the cause of which is unclear, but the result was that a third of the Angels in Heaven, under the leadership of a powerful High-Order Angel, turned their backs on Heaven and descended into Hell, becoming Demons.

Therefore, they are both Angels and Demons, wielding both the Power of Faith of the Angels and the Power of Original Sin of the Demons, making them far more dangerous than ordinary Angels or Demons, marked as high-risk opponents in the education at Witch Academy.

The books say that if you encounter a Fallen Angel on the battlefield, do not engage in direct combat; it's best to stick together and take them on as a group.

Dorothy truly didn't expect that there would be a Fallen Angel within the Witch Academy, and this Fallen Angel was the Faith-based teacher Sophia had introduced to her.

Ah, this...

Listenting to Sister Fallen Angel's self-introduction, the homebody witch was momentarily at a loss.

Not good, this Fallen Angel is too powerful, my Social Anxiety Rescue Spell is useless, what should I say without seeing the Favorability bar?

Dorothy blinked, facing the Fallen Angel Sister with a silent stare.

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last long, as the Centaur Lady who had just finished the duel came back.

The Minotaur Witch, having snapped out of her Berserk state after her defeat, and seeing her intelligence return to form, blanched as she realized what she had done and said, then left the bar in a dazed and disheartened state.

In response, the gang of miscreants from the otherworldly races at the bar didn't try to stop her, after all, this was witch territory, they could chastise a witch, but if they truly caused harm then the nature of the incident would change.

Moreover, there was no need for further action, as the event had already been captured on video by the Merry Makers and uploaded to the Magic Web Campus Forum; the Minotaur Witch faced social death, and her loss of reason during the incident would likely have the Enforcement Team inviting her over for a "chat," probably earning her a major demerit and some time in solitary confinement.

The Merry Makers who had no more entertainment resumed their drinking, and the malevolent otherworldly Races laid down their gear, returning to their ragged appearances as young lads and ladies.

The Centaur Lady also removed her Armor, thinking of apologizing properly to Dorothy, and then escorting the little witch, who was almost scared, out safely, but when she returned to her corner seat, because the Barrier had been broken by the Minotaur Witch and had not yet been repaired, she immediately saw the Fallen Angel sitting opposite the little witch.

"Boss, you're back,"

Upon seeing the familiar figure in black, Nina was slightly startled, then hurried forward and respectfully greeted her, and then remembering the mess she had just caused, she couldn't help feeling a bit ashamed.

"I'm sorry, boss, I didn't handle things well this time, and caused trouble for the bar. You can deduct today's losses from my wages,"

In the Centaur Lady's eyes, the person opposite was the benefactor who had picked her up five years ago at her lowest point and provided her with this refuge. According to the knightly etiquette of the Centaur Race, she should serve the benefactor as her lord, it was just unfortunate that the benefactor had not accepted her loyalty.

But that did not prevent Nina from serving the benefactor as her lord and master.

Being a Fallen Angel, the boss was naturally a very powerful individual, even managing to start this bar from scratch within the Witch Academy, and she seemed quite fond of picking up people from outside; the siblings in the bar were mostly homeless foundlings she had collected over the years.

The boss was indeed a good person, though she might appear difficult to get along with, possessing an air of pride that seemed to look down on everyone. But this was merely the side effect of the Fallen Angel Clan's command over the sin of Pride; in reality, beneath this proud exterior lay an amiable heart.

They were clearly part of the Calamity Race, yet the boss treated these weaker otherworldly races with equal kindness, not only providing them with a bar as a place of refuge but even establishing an exemption system for their protection.

The so-called exemption system was designed to deal with situations just like the one that had occurred, where if they encountered troublemakers, they could retaliate without worrying about offending a witch or someone of the sort, as the boss would handle any consequences thereafter.

Although every person in the bar had the right to use the exemption once a month, Nina, as one of the earliest followers of the boss and a veteran of the establishment, had used her exemption right for the first time.

She regarded the boss as her benefactor and thus always tried not to cause him trouble. Unfortunately, today she just couldn't take it anymore and felt quite ashamed about it.

"Don't worry, Nina, you did well just now. Winning is what matters. If you had lost, then I would have docked your pay. Since you've won, I'll give you a bonus this month."

Ruthfiel shook her head, saying this before vanishing from her seat. When she reappeared, she was right beside Dorothy, almost touching her, which made the little witch shift uncomfortably towards the inside of her seat.

The Sister Fallen Angel didn't mind, however. She pointed to the seat opposite that was left empty and said to the Centaur Lady,

"Nina, go fetch some more drinks, and then join us for a few glasses."

"Yes, boss."

Seeing how easily the boss forgave her and even decided to give her a bonus, the Centaur Lady was deeply moved and went off to get the drinks with a light step.

But this made Dorothy frown. She couldn't help but find the Fallen Angel beside her a bit annoying.

"Hey, could you stop smiling already? It feels kind of pretentious."

She looked at the Sister Fallen Angel's flawless smile, devoid of any imperfection, and spoke.

The homebody witch had no particular reason; she was simply moved by inspiration, and her intuition felt it so.

However, Ruthfiel wasn't upset. She obediently dropped her smile, assuming an expressionless face, which, coupled with her inherently proud aura, seemed much more harmonious. At least Dorothy's intuition no longer felt it discordant.

"Miss, if you wish to learn the ways of the Power of Faith, you naturally need to learn how to harvest faith. What I demonstrated just now is only the most common and simplest method,"

said the expressionless Fallen Angel as she looked at Dorothy.

This new demeanor once again stirred the homebody witch's inspiration, and she strangely felt it familiar.

"Sophia? It's you, isn't it?"

She asked straightforwardly without any courtesy.

At this, the Sister Fallen Angel was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"How did you find out?"

...the Fallen Angel wondered in curiosity...