The basement is located at the lowest level of the Golden Tower.
In the deep darkness, the warlocks were gathered in a circle. The walls were damp and a couple of candles barely lit the inside.
The dim light flowed down onto the black robes of the warlocks sitting at the round table, creating ominous shadows.
The faces of each individual wearing deep hoods were obscured by thick shadows and could not be seen clearly.
"So what do you want to do?"
He could only tell them apart by their voices.
Knock.
The wizard sitting to the west roughly slammed the stone table. It was a medium symbolizing the long history of darkness that had existed since the beginning of time.
The old magic circle carved on the table was dark red due to blood seeping through the fine cracks and scratches.
"I'm sick and tired of the Tower guys chasing us, but now even the Holy Nation has noticed our presence. What will we do if the Knights Templar finds any traces of us!"
The dark wizards who have been hiding behind the scenes of the world for over a century.
They gradually grew in power, taking the primordial darkness as their origin.
They were careful, cunning, and powerful at the same time, but not yet completely out of the shadows.
Due to the recent series of failures in the grand scheme, even the Magic Tower is on high alert...
Starting from Magic Tower, they were being pursued to Holy Nation, Katzen, and Valdina.
Some knew the purpose of the warlocks to revive the primordial darkness in the world, while others blindly pursued them without knowing it.
Anyway, what was clear was that everyone was hell-bent on exposing them.
That fact made the warlocks nervous.
"If these guys had not been wary of each other and had united, we would have been caught long ago!"
The endless conflict and fierce power struggles between continents ended up being a lifeline for the black magicians.
In addition, news of Raju's death came in recently. Emperor Katzen's madness has been going on for more than a day or two, but they never expected the outcome to change so dramatically.
"What on earth is going on..."
The chaos and intervention of the First Prince who suddenly appears at the scene where Medea is being targeted. The sudden revelation of the former Emperor's report and Raju's execution.
And the return of Eratosthene, the Empress's father and a renowned scholar.
The warlocks were perplexed by the unprecedented changes in the Katzen Castle.
"The Saintess should have been awakened in Katzen as originally planned. Not in Valdina."
The stage where the Saintess would appear, which would be the beginning of the Great Plan, was originally the Katzen Empire.
The only empire with the greatest national power, whose aftermath could inevitably spread across the entire continent.
They first targeted the First Prince, who would be the greatest obstacle to them.
If everything went according to plan, Katzen should have been in shambles by now, with the loss of their First Prince, waves of monsters exploding everywhere, and the Emperor going mad with madness.
But incredibly, the First Prince came back alive.
The warlocks were unable to figure out how he had escaped the primordial curse.
They can only guess, based on the circumstances, that there might have been some answer in Valdina.
They have always been the ones leading the peace-shaking conflicts, but this time they felt like they were being dragged into this huge whirlpool.
Somehow they couldn't hide the feeling that they were being caught up in something.
"Valdina, the Princess continues to be a variable. If it weren't for that woman, things wouldn't have gotten this wrong.
Everyone agreed with the point made by the black magician sitting in the north seat.
At the center of all the failures in Valdina was Princess Medea. What a coincidence.
"As expected, she's the incarnation of Venus, so she's troubling us in every way. It would be better to just get rid of her now..."
"Speaking of sense. Haven't you heard that the Emperor of Katzen has become the guardian of the Princess? Don't you know what that means?! If we remove her without any reason, how will we handle the repercussions?"
"Are you going to keep dragging that variable along like this? Because of that woman, we're going to have to re-plan the whole plan!"
As the argument intensified, the discord among the warlocks grew louder.
In the gloomy darkness of the golden tower that weighed down on their shoulders, they glared at each other.
A sense of urgency and crisis heightened their tension, but no one had any real confidence.
"Don't be so anxious."
At that moment, the underground door slowly opened and a soft voice rang out.
The soft light streaming through the gap pushed away the darkness within, and the Saintess, Rachel, entered.
For a moment, the dark magicians were speechless as if the damp interior was clearing up.
'When did this girl grow up like this?'
When she was first sent to Valdina, Rachel was nothing more than a puppet of the black magicians.
She could barely hide her narrow vision and impatient nature through training.
But, has her eyes been opened after being treated as a Saintess and competing with the mastermind behind Venus?
Now, even they were overwhelmed by Rachel's calm demeanor. The members of the Golden Tower could not help but pay attention to her.
"The beginning and end of the problem stems from the Princess of Valdina, so in the end, it's her who gets caught."
The faintly flickering candlelight cast a faint shadow over Rachel's face.
The white, soft face formed a sharp contrast with the darkness of the underground.
There was something about that pure benevolence that made them believe in her holiness even though they knew it was a fake they had created.
In a way, it seemed natural that the entire country was fooled.
"I will go out and see."
"Even though you lost all the cards we were given, you still have something to say to us."
The warlock sitting in the center was picking on Rachel's already miserable failure in her petty attempts at Medea.
"Oh, this is unfair. If you think about it, all those petty schemes came from your heads. This is the first time I've personally taken action."
But there was not the slightest hint of impatience on Rachel's face.
It wasn't clear whether it was because she was really calm or because she was trying to emulate someone who always kept their composure.
"Have you thought about something else?"
"Is magic or brainwashing the only way to shake people's beliefs?"
She smiled faintly at the question from the warlock sitting in the center.
"Medea has been revered as a noble hero for her country. But the more the people believe her to be perfect, the greater the sense of betrayal will be when they learn the truth. When their faith is broken, the people will turn their backs on her."
"Be more specific."
"Medea was initially called the cursed child, wasn't she?"
"..."
"Now that everyone seems to have forgotten, I must remind them that the curse that devoured her parents is now trying to harm her brother, the Emperor."
Rachel lifted her index finger and pointed it toward the sky, then turned it around and poked it at the stone table.
"With the voice of God that everyone knows."
God's judgment.
If that were true, it would shake the absolute faith people have in the Princess right now.
"We still have one surviving pack left."
The only remaining weightlifter of bloodline, Samon Claudio.
"He has already lost the people's support. No one will believe him."
"It doesn't matter. We just need a trigger to open the floodgates."
Rachel smiled faintly.
Her calm smile soon began to resemble Medea's.
"If I can't get rid of Medea, I'll destroy her world."
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