Chapter 83: Curse
“Hm, what’s with the silence? You all look like you swallowed your tongues.”
A loud, cheerful voice rang out from the crystal orb Whitney had placed on the table.
“Long time no see, everyone. Isn’t it a bit rude not to say hello?”
But anyone who knew the owner of that upbeat voice would’ve shuddered instinctively.
“The Shadow Witch... So even the black mages’ second-in-command shows herself now.”
“Her power rivals even the Elders of the Demonic Cult. A truly vile force.”
“...Ufufu. I wonder how I managed to get through your security?”
Long before she became a black mage, she had already committed countless war crimes and mass killings. After embracing black magic, she delved into horrific, inhumane research.
She was the de facto second-in-command of the Shadow Conclave—powerful enough to have survived multiple battles with both the Theocracy and Lumen Ordo.
That was the true nature hidden behind the bright, playful voice echoing from the crystal.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, showing yourself to us like this—but you’d best put away any foolish ideas.”
Still, the response from Chair Salem and the rest of the Elder Council remained calm.