“Remember, Signora. If I hear anything about you getting involved in more killings…”“No, master! I swear I will follow what you told me! With this artifact, you can contact me anytime you want.”The red-masked Velvet Signora handed a precious contacting artifact to Zeke before grouping all the subordinates who had heard her summon.The grotto was dominated by a brief bout of silence as the confused silver-robed cultists stood at a corner and watched in silence.“You can go now. Keep me updated.”“Yes, Master.”She deeply bowed before leaving along with everyone else. Meanwhile, Zeke sat down and sighed in exasperation.The Ascetic Blasphemers were his mortal enemies, but the main objective was catching Red Mask Fanti Fan, possibly the only person who would know what Zeke was looking for.‘If it means consorting with the devil, then I won’t mind. Sacrifices have to be made… there’s no room for morality anymore.’Silya Hext was saved, however, all the other soldiers were brutally kille

“You’re refusing to speak? On the account that you’ve been caught within our territory and being implicated with the Ascetic Blasphemers, I have enough reason to execute you this very instant.”Jennifer had her arms crossed as she glared at the pale-faced Zeke sitting across from her. He was brought to her tent along with Jack and Sulong. Only Arbert, due to his injuries, was spared the Witch’s menacing eyes and threatening voice.“What do you want me to do, huh? I helped commander Hext then I left. Why are you insisting I did something wrong?”Even though he was exhausted due to over-exertion, Zeke refused to be bossed around, especially after all the trouble he went through to save Silya’s life.“Tell the truth.”“I already did! Instead of going out there and trying to minimize the damages after a whole outpost was wiped out, you’re trying to push the blame on me? Hah! I’m a citizen of the Nezulian Republic and I have no obligation to answer to you. If you want to execute me or lock

Arbert, whose body turned dangerously thin and on the verge of collapse, moved his head to the side and looked at the three standing next to the bed.He focused, especially, on the tearful Sulong who was holding his hand. The local physician under Jennifer’s command had informed them that Arbert wouldn’t be able to make it past today. Instead of letting him suffer for a bit more, Sulong, after a lot of convincing, reluctantly agreed to let the Witches offer Arbert a peaceful death.Although Arbert had been with them for a short period of time, no one of them considered him strange or unworthy of sympathy and grief. “If there is a way to bring you back, we will find it.” Resolutely stated Zeke as he stared back at the hollow eyes of the red-haired old man.“N-no…”Arbert shook his head while faintly smiling. “I’m happy.”“Come on, man. You’re one of us now, surely there’s a way to get you back.”Jack turned his head to the side and stutteringly uttered those words.“I…”Sadly, Arber

Ironically, the Witch Association wasn’t a democratic nation; It was ruled by a monarch entity known as the Witch Queen, a woman who was presumably hundreds of years old. As a 7-star Witch, the ruler of the Witches was a merciless woman that stood at the peak of the world. She was, undoubtedly, the strongest living being on the Aether Planet, and through strength alone, her position remained unshakable and allowed her to maintain stability and peace in the country. North of the Whitefrost Planes, between a long mountain range stood the towering capital of the Witch Association. An ancient city surrounded by protective magical barriers and mountainous stone walls that rendered it impregnable. Inside the black castle overseeing the entirety of the city, precisely in a cold and relatively empty spacious hall, all the high-ranking Witches were summoned to meet their leader. Whether it was Silya Hext, Jennifer Savbra, or the other Witches. In total, there were 72 4-star Witches and 36

In an exquisitely luxurious room, a man no older than thirty wearing a black magician’s hat was looking outside the window. The arrival of a visitor caught his attention as he turned around and, with a furrowed brow, looked at his subordinate. The sickle-wielding assassin casually sat on the rocking chair and grumbled, “Sorry, I failed.” “And what, pray tell, are you expecting me to say to that? Pat you on your back and congratulate your unprofessionalism and stupidity?” It was rare for the elegantly-dressed man to raise his voice and react like this, which made the assassin sit straight and clear his throat, seemingly a bit nervous. “I was going to succeed but that wretched Witch, Jennifer Savbra, interfered! I can deal with a couple of 5-star Witches, but that woman is crazy dangerous. I didn’t want to risk my life.” “...” “Look! The kid is back here. It will be easy to kill hi-” “You will do no such thing.” Solemnly said the man as he walked to his desk and retrieved a bla