Madison was back at the academy?
Good grief.
Madison was killed by Fiona, and she knew it too.
If that was the case...
"Ring ring ring!"
"Hello."
"...Of course, I'll be there."
Locke hung up the phone with Cordelia, who had also called to invite him to the academy for a dinner gathering. Seeming to think of something, he smiled and looked toward Gwen. "Do you want to go?"
Gwen said, "Of course."
Come on, that was a witch academy.
Real, living witches?
Although Gwen was not overly out of character due to the broad knowledge brought by her academic genius status, these were witches after all. Having an opportunity to face witches from up close, how could she pass it up.
"My favorite TV show is Charmed. When I was little, I would also fantasize about whether I might be a witch with witch lineage as well."
"..."
Beside her, Carrie froze slightly, looking toward Gwen as she blinked. "Are you not afraid of witches?"
Gwen said, "Every group has good people and bad people, but I believe that whether it is humans or witches, good people are still in the majority."
"I like watching Doctor Who."
Locke spoke in such a manner, thought about it, stood up, and walked toward the bedroom. "I'll make a phone call, and then we'll head over."
In the bedroom.
Locke recalled the frequency of the phone number Clyde Shelton had used to dial on his phone back then, and then dialed it directly.
One second.
The call connected.
"United Insurance Company, how can I help..."
"RET, number 023."
"..."
Locke listened to the voice on the phone, not continuing further.
After a moment.
The female voice disappeared, changing into another female voice that sounded very capable upon hearing it. "Code."
Locke said, "Ask Mr. Nobody yourself. My name is Locke Broughton, he knows it."
Having finished speaking.
Locke hung up the phone directly.
He did not have Mr. Nobody's phone number. Last time, he had also contacted Mr. Nobody through Clyde Shelton, but Shelton was currently vacationing with his wife and daughter, and calling over to disturb someone else's vacation was not good.
Walking out of the room.
Locke put away his phone, looking at Gwen, who had already put her down jacket back on and wore a plush rabbit hat, and smiled. "Let's go."
He told Gwen that he was contacting the witch academy under the name of the CIA.
Actually...
This was not a joke, and Locke thought so too. Even if Gwen had not come, in order to complete the mission, pulling the CIA's tiger skin was also within Locke's backup plans.
It was just that Gwen's arrival made him change Plan B into Plan A.
Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies.
After Gwen got out of the car, she looked up, gazing at the academy in front of her which resembled a small castle with white exterior walls, and let out an exclamation of amazement.
Especially upon seeing the iron gates that seemed to perceive their arrival and automatically opened to both sides as they walked to the entrance.
"If one merely walked past from the outside, they would fundamentally not believe that this is a witch academy."
Or rather.
No one would believe a witch academy would be inside a city.
Even Gwen thought on the way here that this witch academy should be out in the wild, or perhaps deep inside dense woods, or at the very least, in a place rarely visited by people.
But.
"Well."
Gwen nodded. "This is probably what they call a great sage hiding in the marketplace."
Locke had already grown accustomed to the words that popped out of Gwen from time to time, because Gwen, who had unlocked her academic genius attribute due to Locke's license plate number, had research on Foreign culture that grew deeper day by day.
By now, there were times when Gwen dragged out ancient poems where Locke had not even heard of a few, which made Locke feel a bit frustrated.
Entering the interior of the academy.
Gwen measured the architectural layout of the interior, turning in circles on the spot as she looked around, and then paused, covering her wrist as she looked at the woman walking down from the staircase entrance leading to the second floor.
Blonde.
Milf Big sister style.
"Locke."
"Cordelia."
Locke stepped forward, smilingly shaking hands with Cordelia. "Thank you for the invitation."
Cordelia smiled. "We should thank you, thank you for finding Madison."
"It was just a small effort."
Locke smiled, speaking with a double meaning. "The stability of the witch world is beneficial to both of us."
Cordelia smiled, her gaze then falling onto Gwen as she stepped forward. "Hello, Ms. Stacy."
"Just call me Gwen."
"Are you interested in hearing about our history?"
"Of course, I would be delighted."
Cordelia invited Locke and the others upstairs, and then walked one after the other with Gwen, introducing the history of this witch academy beneath their feet.
"Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies was established in 1790. It is a finishing academy specifically for receiving exceptional women. It was used as a military hospital during the Civil War, and afterward, the management changed hands, changing to us. In 1868, Marian Wharton, an outstanding East Coast socialite and also the Supreme Witch at the time, bought this place and used the school name as a cover to establish a haven where young witches could gather together to study under protection."
Walking in front, Locke listened to Cordelia's popularization, the corners of his mouth turning upward slightly.
A haven, for witches, that was hell.
Very soon.
They walked into a large dining room on the second floor.
Gwen said curiously, "Witches... are there a lot of them?"
"There used to be many."
"There are still quite a few now."
"..."
Gwen looked up, watching Zoe and Madison as they successively walked over from the two doors of the dining room.
Madison crossed her arms, walking over as she looked toward Gwen.
"The number of witches used to be very large, and there are still some now, but the majority of witches have hidden away out of fear or due to the pursuit of the Dolan Church. After all, once they are captured by the Dolan Church, they will be subjected to trial by fire as heretics."
As she spoke.
Madison extended her right hand, shaking hands with Locke. "We meet again."
Locke smiled, and then his heart stirred.
Just now...
When Madison was shaking hands, she moved a bit in his palm.
Was this a hint?
Good grief.
After Madison resurrected, should she not be seducing Zoe's boyfriend, Kyle, who was also brought back to life by witchcraft? What, was she planning to seduce him instead?
Beside them, Gwen said curiously, "This is very barbaric, but you are witches, have you never thought about resisting?"
Zoe shook her head, inviting Gwen and Carrie to take their seats along with her boyfriend Kyle, who had also resurrected not long ago and needed to relearn life skills.
After Madison released her hand, she crossed her arms and walked toward her own seat. "We have, unfortunately, our generation's Supreme Witch is a bitch."
Zoe frowned. "Madison."
Fiona was certainly detestable, but that was still Cordelia's mother after all.
This morning, after they returned, they immediately spoke about this matter with Cordelia, and Cordelia had a face full of shock.
Of course.
Cordelia actually already had a premonition after Madison disappeared regarding exactly who had caused Madison to go missing.
But...
Cordelia chose not to believe it, but when Madison and Zoe spoke about who this news came from, she suddenly realized that this was news Locke brought to her.
Fiona would not sit by and watch others snatch away the position of Supreme Witch.
And Locke had openly laid out his horses and carriages, naming names, either letting an Professor X like her become the Supreme Witch, or letting the Dark Sovereign Syndra, Magneto, who had just shown great power, lead the Salem witches.
Therefore.
At noon, Cordelia stood together with Zoe and Madison, putting on a forced abdication drama against Fiona, driving Fiona out of the academy.
Cordelia told Fiona that if she did not leave, then she would tell the Salem Witches Council about Fiona murdering Madison, letting the council handle this matter.
Fiona had no choice but to leave.
Locke listened to the process of this matter, smiled, and said toward Cordelia, "A wise choice, Cordelia."
This was wise, but it was also the absolute lowest option.
Fiona would not willingly hand over the position of Supreme Witch to someone else, even if it was her own daughter.
Very soon.
Delicious food was brought up successively.
Gwen participated in a banquet of witches for the first time, looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table. While dining happily, she asked Headmistress Cordelia for guidance on knowledge regarding witches.
Afraid?
Not at all.
The goosebumps reacting was instinct, it did not mean she was afraid.
Because Locke was right by her side, Gwen felt that as long as she was beside Locke, she was fearless.
Cordelia was also very willing to answer questions for Gwen, and indicated that if Gwen was willing, although Gwen was not a witch, she could also come over to observe when classes were held tomorrow.
Gwen was somewhat pleasantly surprised. "Really, Cordelia, can I?"
"Of course."
Cordelia glanced at Locke, smiling. "Locke is our friend, you are Locke's girlfriend, so naturally, you are also our friend. I welcome you to come and listen to classes very much."
Gwen was very happy. "Thank you, I will definitely come over."
As she spoke.
Gwen looked toward Locke.
Locke smiled, and just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.
He opened it.
Unknown number.
Locke said an apology to Cordelia, stood up, and walked toward the outside of the door.
Mr. Nobody, who spent 360 out of 365 days a year acting as a frequent flyer on his own plane, said curiously after the call connected, "Shelton told you his authorized number?"
"No."
Locke stood in the corridor on the second floor, his expression calm. "He dialed this insurance company's phone once right in front of me."
"...Well, what urgent matter is there? I remember you should be in New Orleans."
"Witches!"
"..."
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