It’d been over an hour since they left the battlefield. They were just a few miles away from reaching the Capital Ceston. The Left Minister eyed the constantly healing healers and then a nefarious light passed through his eyes. He fished out a dagger from his left shoe and slit the windpipe of one healer. The blood spattered as the healer clutched his neck trying to block the blood-leakage. 

Other healers jumped in shock, “What are you doing?” one of them shouted. The Left Minister, however, didn’t stop. He thrust his dagger again and pierced the eye of the one who shouted. Others looked terrified. They were healers, not battle-mage. They could not fight the Left Minister even if they wanted to, so it took almost no effort for him to deal with them.

After dealing with the healers the Left Minister turned towards the emperor and grinned, revealing the dagger that dripped with blood. The emperor was unconscious so he could not see or move or even hear. “Sorry, your majesty,” he said. “I also have ambitions that Bone Spear Tower promised to fulfill.”

“Puchi!” 

“Graaa!” as he thrust the dagger into the emperor’s chest, Jeeran screeched. Then it glided in the air and threw the Left Minster from its back. The emperor’s corpse aso tumbled off its body, but the beast caught ‘it’ in the claws and dashed eastward.

The Left Minister kept falling and then splashed in the water. Soon after he burst out, groaning deeply in pain. Although most of the damage was neutralized due to the lake, he still felt as if someone had beaten him with a wet whip. Then he walked out of the lake and sat on the ground, taking a few deep breaths. He was still in shock that he had almost lost his life. 

He had considered all the scenarios but forgot to add Kadyn’s summoned beast. He thought it was just an animal. Won’t know anything other than carrying him, as his master had instructed. He didn’t know that Kadyn didn’t instruct it to ‘just’ carry them to the capital.

Soon after he brought a mirror from the space ring that he wore. A face appeared on the mirror, it wasn’t his. “We have completed the task,” said the Left Minister. “When the Tower Leader would send more troops?”

The man inside the mirror looked surprised when he heard the news, but then shook his head. “We can’t send troops for the moment.”

“Why?” the Left Minister was shocked. “Tower Leader himself made the plan. Segast even lost his life to complete this mission.”

“Segast died?” the man frowned. “Useless. We have wasted so many resources on him for nothing.” He shook his head and said, “There is an important matter that the Tower Leader needs to deal with. We also didn’t expect that the envoy from the World Magic Assembly would arrive at such a critical moment.”

“World Magic Assembly?” the Left Minister’s eyes went wide in shock. That was the most powerful organization in the world, where the strongest wizards of all the races—except a few—on the Pengolla gathered. That was a place where rank 4 mages were like sheep and goats. Only rank 5 and above were valued individuals. So why would they send an envoy to a place that was ruled by rank 4 mage?

“Alright. You hide for some time. We would discuss after the envoy goes back. We will deal with the Ceston Empire. Kallus is dead. Who would dare to oppose us?”

“Indeed.” The Left Minister’s eyes lit up. “Then I will hide inside my hideout in the Capital Ceston. When the people of the Tower attack, I will be able to help them.”

“Do as you see fit,” said the man inside the mirror, then his figure vanished.

“What is going on?” the Left Minister frowned, but then shook his head. He wasn’t even qualified to sit with rank 4 mage. How could he decipher what a vehement like World Magic Assembly was trying to accomplish? After that, he walked towards the capital, not realizing a bee was constantly following him.

—

Sickly Steppe, Bone Spear Tower.

There were four people inside the meeting room of the Bone Spear Tower. One of them was sitting at the throne—that was exclusively made for Tower Leader Wynfir—and no, he wasn’t the Tower Leader. Wynfir was standing below like two Vice Leaders—K’len and Janryc. K’len and Janryc were tall, but Wynfir was a head taller than the duo. 

The other man sitting on the throne was none other than the envoy from the World Magic Assembly. He didn’t speak his name, and others didn’t dare to ask. “Today, I have come here for a very important matter,” said the envoy with a hoarse voice. “The Well of Suppression is about to lose its effect. It won’t be able to hold ‘them’ for too long. It would take, at most, a year or two, for the suppression to completely vanish. So get ready to battle when summon comes from the Assembly.”

“Well of Suppression is losing its effect…” Wynfir’s face turned pale. Those who knew about the Well of Suppression were all the most powerful people in the world. After all, it was suppressing the most terrible foe the Pengolla has ever seen. Blood Tribe.

K’len and Janryc were startled when they saw his pale face; the envoy, however, didn’t seem to be surprised at his reaction, or showed any disdain. On the other hand, it would be weirder if there was no fear on his face—that was Blood Tribe. The terror. The devourer of all races.

“Wh-what about the vampires?” Wynfir asked.

“They are still moving in the shadows,” said the envoy. “They have attacked a few smaller regions, but there wasn’t any big move from them.”

“Ca—can’t we repair the formation on the Well of Suppression.”

“If it was that easy—” the envoy shook his head and stood up. “Alright, I need to spread the news in other places as well,” he paused and looked at Wynfir before saying gravely. “I would suggest you stop the battles against other human empires. It would be for the best,” he shook his head and then vanished from where he was standing.

“Rank 5 space elemental mage!” the trio cried out in unison.