The plan.
On a completely dark planet, where the sun never rises on the horizon and the red moon never sets, a young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties could be seen standing before a long throne in the only castle of the eighth city.

Her head was lowered in a bow, and her face and eyes showed no emotion.

On the throne sat an outwardly young man whose face correspondingly showed no emotion.

His face wasn't that of a happy person, nor was it that of a sad person. It was just neutral.

"Are you sure about what you're saying?" Lord Baagul asked for the third time.

"I dare not lie to my leader. I'm telling the truth. He was suspicious and I had to come up with a big lie to cover things up," replied Tania, nodding.

"Why can't that asshole just mind his own business?" Lord Baagul muttered, frowning.

"I told him Orah was doing some in-house training at the moment and won't be coming to class anytime soon. He already assumed he was off the planet. That old man is really nosy. Orah was pretty
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