The speed of Iona's warship was undoubtedly much faster than that of the White Tower's. In less than half an hour, the girls felt the warship begin to descend, slowly coming to a stop. Then the hatch opened, and Iona walked over once more.
"Follow me."
Iona still maintained a calm expression, seeming indifferent to anything. Yet, this time, no one complained about Iona anymore. In the Main World, strength reigns supreme, and before they knew about Iona's strength, a few complaints were trivial. But now, having witnessed Iona's combat prowess firsthand, these girls wisely kept silent.
Compared to ordinary people and nobility, Mages have an extraordinary tolerance for quirks. Look at a certain Chief of Transmutation who spends his days groping girls' butts and peeping at them showering without being beaten to death, which already speaks volumes. Or perhaps, powerful Mages might differ from others in various ways.
