Annaliese was horrified. “B-But why? Why would that happen?”

Lucille frowned. “That is because of the ultimate reward of the Event. The one purely for Factions,” she said. “It will be announced on the first day of the Demon King vs Hero Battle. Then the Factions and Supreme Institutions will try to become the winner. The result of that is endless political chaos and turmoil during that period that eventually results in an armed confrontation between realms, especially the Mystical Realm and the Heavenly Realm.”

“W-Would the System really let things get that bad? Conflict is the opposite of everything it stands for!” Annaliese stammered.

Lucille looked at her and then sighed. “The three Tenets of the System are this: Discover Knowledge, Gain Strength, and Protect Life. Never has it said it stands for stability.” She gazed intently at the Prophetess once more. “There are forces beyond anyone’s understanding that are involved in this war. The System desires a specific final outcome. Every individual on the battlefield is its puppet, and their lives are controlled to grant it the ending it wants. Regardless of how powerful you may be, you will be beholden to its whims if you so much as take one step on that plane. The System picks and chooses who it wants to succeed, and who it wants to fall. If you try to change what happens, then you will be sacrificed. Regardless of whether you fulfilled your original purpose or not.”

They both fell silent as Annaliese pondered over Lucy’s words. After a while, Lucy shook her head and got up from the table. “It would be better for you to think about this later in your spare time. We have about half an hour until dinner,” Lucy said, looking at her pocket watch, “And it’s getting rather chilly out here. I suggest we head back up.”

Annaliese blinked, and then nodded, getting up from the chair. “Was that really all you wanted to tell me?” she asked hesitantly.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Yes, why?”

The Prophetess stared at Lucy with her reflective golden eyes for a second, an odd expression on her face, and then shook her head. “Never mind.”

Lucy watched her for a second, and then shrugged, starting to head off. “Well, today I’ve told someone I knew for less than a week more secrets than I care to count, so I don’t feel the need to discuss things further right now. I’m going to be busy, and-”

“Hey! You can’t have forgotten me already!” spoke a needy serpent, rearing up on the wall.

Lucy paused and slowly turned around with a flat look on her face. “Indeed I have not. I’ve already come up with your punishment too.”

Scytale hesitated, his wings frozen mid-angry flap. “…..what punishment? Is it to be confined to the floor instead of your shoulder for a month?”

“Oh no. Nothing so dull,” she replied, a malicious grin on her face. “You, my bond, are going to be helping me test the limits of my mana interaction in the training room this week. You will be given the honour of being responsible for the spellcraft.”

The silver snake stared at her for a second, panic blooming across his face, before flapping his wings noisily in distress. “No, how could you! How could you dare to do this, trapping me in a room with you and forced to fling spells at you all day?! This is a crime! A homicide of boredom! Retract your statement, you foul demon, you horrific-”

“You’re going to be using magic?” Annaliese interjected, looking immensely curious.

Lucy glanced at her, noticing her expression, and then nodded. “You can watch if you want to.”

“She says that like you’d want to, but let me tell you something. Watching magic when you haven’t seen it before sounds fun, but in reality, when it comes to mages, it is soooo boring,” Scytale said, hopping off the wall. “All it is is test after test after test. Sure, you see a powerful fireball being shot at something, and cool explosions, wow! But then they do it again. And then again. And then again, just because they need the data. If you’re lucky, they change the spell to a different one within half an hour. If you’re not, then you’re stuck watching them do the same thing for the next three hours. It’s even worse for me because I’m going to be doing the magic, which means I’m going to suffer from mana fatigue afterwards, but Lucy’s not going to give me a break, and-”

“If you have the spare energy to keep jabbering then maybe you should save it for when we start doing the testing,” Lucy interrupted in a dry voice.

Scytale froze but then began thrashing about on the ground. “How could you treat me so cruelly, you vindictive vixen! You callous bond! You show me no love and treat my every word like dirt beneath your boot. Go on, prove me wrong! Say something meaningful to me!”

Lucy was about to just keep moving while ignoring the snake, but had an idea and looked down at the serpent with a gentle smile on her face. “If I had to kill everyone in the realms but I could save one person…” she said, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t save you.”

And then she looked back up and marched towards the exit of the Pavilion.

“Awwwww- wait.” The snake paused. “….did you say ‘would’ or ‘wouldn’t’, because I swear I just heard you-”

“Come on, time’s a ticking Miss Prophetess. We need to leave before he realises I’m running away so I don’t have to hear his voice,” Lucy told the bemused Annaliese, walking quickly.

“Hey!”

…

The next few days were a busy time for Lucy. Not just because of preparations for the debut, but because of her ‘guests’ as well. When Scytale wasn’t helping her in the training room, he was annoying Sedric, who seemed to be getting progressively grumpier as he stayed up all night testing out his new equipment. The man almost had a worse sleep schedule than Lucy used to. As such, he would come to interrupt her in the study to complain about her bond.

Lucy always told him that if he crafted enough magic items to reach Lvl 100 of Rank-1, then he would get a skill to block out mental interference such as Scytale’s telepathy, but that was just a straight-up lie. Sure, the skill existed, but you gained it through a long period of single-minded determination to focus on your work. She was going to see if he could get it this way too though.

What she didn’t tell him was that if Scytale added just a little bit of spiritual energy to his telepathy, he could break through the mental skill anyway. But that wasn’t her problem.

He had also come to complain about Annaliese as well, who began following the snake, obviously liking his company a little. Therefore, she had been following Scytale into Sedric’s room and annoying him with constant questions. Part of the annoyance was because he was embarrassed that he couldn’t explain what half the equipment he had in his workshop even did. Lucy was getting the idea that he was never formally taught how to be an accessory craftsman, even if his grandfather had been a Legendary crafter. She wasn’t sure what was up with their relationship for that to occur, as it seemed Sedric had lived with the man for several years up until he died, but it didn’t really matter to her.

She had decided though, that when she checked up on the craftsmen of the Commission’s businesses that she would bring the man. It stated in their contract that Saturday was when he had to be taught by her. Excursions should obviously be included as part of his education. He’d find out how to be a normal crafter first, and then she would begin teaching him how to do better. But Lucy didn’t talk to Annaliese about not bothering him because she was only going to be there until Tuesday, not that the man knew. Plus, she was also having her own struggles with the Citadel’s Prophetess…

The girl wouldn’t. Stop. Asking. Her. Questions. It was beginning to get on her nerves. When Scytale was busy and the girl wasn’t visiting her brother in the hospital, with nothing to do, she would come to either Lucy’s office or her living room when she was in, either watching her work as she observed her Fate or asking her about stuff when Lucille wasn’t visibly occupied. This meant often, as Lucy tended to utilise her eidetic memory and multiple thought strands to create plans without physically using a pen and paper to brainstorm. It didn’t help that Vincent had started directing the girl to her whenever he chanced upon her. Why the man was holding a grudge for so long Lucy didn’t have a clue.

They weren’t even normal time-travel-related questions like: Did I have a partner, did I become super strong, was I popular, how old were you before you regressed, did your regression kill trillions of innocent lives… maybe that last one was not quite normal but whatever. They were dull, everyday normal things, and then sometimes questions that were strange and lacking context, mostly about Lucy herself and her likes and dislikes.

Things like: What’s your favourite colour, did you have a lover, what did you like to eat, who were your friends, and what else did you do besides work in the military. Lucy could only say she had no favourite colour because who cared about that at her age, you would more likely see her dead than with any lover of some kind, she preferred not to eat in general if she could, the only people not her subordinates who had a proper relationship with her was Scytale and maybe that one other person from Tartarus, and she had a… colourful resume if she needed to apply for any job in the past.

A few of her jobs besides being an Admiral were a mercenary, a professor, the Twelfth Seat of the Illusion Order, a consultant, an expeditionary, a spymaster, a living catastrophe, an infamous figure on Earth, and an ‘honorary member’ of the Dawn Dissenters, which was one big mistake they permanently engraved as their eternal shame and regret. Serves them right for trying to take credit that didn’t belong to them.

As she reconsidered her responses… maybe the real reason the Prophetess kept asking her questions was just to hear how she would reply. There was one time Annaliese asked what dress she should get when Lucy said she could have some more clothes if she wanted, and Lucy responded by saying she should get the flashiest dress she possibly could because once she entered the Citadel she would be confined to a life of servitude eternally outfitted in pure white clothes.

The girl had seemed to be amused for some reason, but Lucille was dead serious when she said that. The Citadel really did only ever wear white, or they wore golden jewellery for added ‘colour’. The Twelve Templars had coloured capes and embellishments on their armour, but they were the outliers.

But whatever the Prophetess’s reasons for asking Lucille questions, it was irrelevant. That Tuesday she would be escorted away by Paladins and unless Lucy saw her at some formal event, which was unlikely when she had Vincent to sacrifice, they would never see each other again. She was somewhat glad the girl had been conversing with her because it meant she was able to clear up some misunderstandings the girl had about the Citadel ‘thanks’ to her bond….

That serpent was going to be the death of her. Once upon a time, she had wondered if she shouldn’t have left Scytale with his enclave even while bonded to him, no matter what his family had said and how he reacted when they had bonded, but now that she was experiencing what he was like as a teen for herself… she could only be jealous of how lucky her younger self was. He was insufferable. Still, at least the fact that she hadn’t taken the snake to the White Squall Fortress in the past meant the Hero currently had no clue what the connection was between the terrifying Truth-Seizing World-Ender and her, which was a bit of luck she was willing to take.

But as she walked down one of the fortieth story’s long corridors to stand in front of two double doors, twice her height, she stopped considering things of the past and prepared to start doing things more important. Apophis and Ouroboros were strapped to her belt, content to view the world from her perspective. Over the past few days, with Scytale’s help, she had started to come to a conclusion about just how far her broken Status prevented things from interacting with her. And she believed she only needed one last test to confirm it.

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“So, I think I know what is happening,” Lucy stated, in the middle of a massive multi-story cube-shaped training facility, standing on what was the 38th-floor equivalent of the Headquarters. The room was similar to the warehouse that turned into Sedric’s workshop, the walls and floor were made of a smooth stone that looked like concrete. In the training facility, however, the stone was a much lighter colour, and many more white mana lamps covered the walls and the roof, flooding the place with white light. The size of the place was about half a soccer field and went up three stories to connect to the 39th and 40th floors too.

Annaliese wasn’t there, having stopped coming after the first few days of testing, realising the truth of Scytale’s words.

Scytale, who was sitting atop several stacked boxes so he was higher to shoot spells at Lucy, gazed wearily at her, his movements slow and lethargic. “If you know then please reveal this wondrous information to the common pleb in front of you, your most gracious highness, because he’s beginning to see multiple of you. I swear I’m shooting three fireballs instead of one.”

Lucille ignored the snake, a hand on her chin in thought as she gazed off to the side with a blank look. She was wearing a dark grey long-sleeved dress shirt with black trousers that day, her overcoat missing as she was inside. She wasn’t wearing any gloves. Black scorch marks could be seen all over the floor near where she was standing. “I’m going to be utterly defenceless if I get caught in a natural mana phenomenon, but I can supplement that weakness with items.”

Then she turned to look at the weary snake with a raised eyebrow. “I’m pretty certain that you skimped when adding mana to that last spell.”

“Ugh,” Scytale replied, drooping his head languidly over the side of his makeshift podium. A half-empty sack filled with round glass bottles rested against its side. “One does not simply shoot intermediate fireball spells ten times in a row at Rank-0. I can only take so many mana potions!”

“Stop complaining,” she responded flatly. “Your beast physique means you digest them instantly and don’t have an upper consumption limit like humans. You can drink them endlessly.”

“That doesn’t mean I should!” he exclaimed loudly, his energy returning because he found something to argue about. “They taste like someone’s stinky sock wrapped in rotten fish skin and left in a dumpster for ten years. No, it’s even worse than that! Like a baby’s diaper wrapped in a stinky sock wrapped in rotten fish skin and left in a dumpster for ten years. Bleh and I still have the aftertaste stuck in my mouth,” he finished, gagging.

“Don’t exaggerate. It can’t be that bad,” she said, unsympathetic to his plight.

“You’ve forgotten I taste things differently in beast form, haven’t you,” he replied, gazing at her with narrowed eyes.

She blinked and gave him a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t forget things,” she said, bending over to tighten her leather boot by pulling on the string.

“Oh ye- wait,” he said, pausing. Then he reared up in outrage, wings flared. “That just makes it even worse! That means you willingly put me up to this task, knowing I’d have to drink these at least every ten minutes. You cold-blooded psychopath!”

Lucy looked up from her boot and made a face. “Coming from a snake?”

“…..you cold-hearted psychopath!” Scytale replied after a long pause.

Lucille stood back up and stretched, arms above her head. “Don’t forget this is supposed to be your punishment.”

“I don’t think for one moment I have ever forgotten that,” he stated grumpily.

“Good.” Lucy nodded. She raised her index finger for the snake. “One more spell, and then we’re done.”

“Really? Just one more?” he asked hopefully. Then he froze and narrowed his eyes at Lucy with suspicion. “You’re not going to ask for an advanced spell, right? I think I really might die if I have to cast one of them.”

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “One more low-ranked fireball spell. Although I need you to use the mana-burst technique on it,” she added.

He hesitated. “The thing that makes the spell collapse before hitting? I mean, if I didn’t have spiritual energy, that might be hard, but I should be able to do it, as long as it’s not from too far away.”

She nodded. “We don’t have to move. I just want it to explode two metres in front of me.”

“Well, okay then. If you’re ready….” Lucy nodded again, so the snake began. “Go!”

A bright orange orb coalesced a metre in front of him, and it shot out, flying towards Lucille, standing ten metres away. But just before it hit her, the orb swelled as the mana within became chaotic, a building tension present in the air, clear to anyone’s senses, and the strange sound of static. It burst, releasing all its energy.

BANG!

Scytale was expecting Lucy to be fine. She was not.

[-74 HP]

[HP: 1276/1350]

The force managed to send her flying a few metres, whistling through the air. She landed on the hard stone floor with a loud thud, the motion flipping her back over her head to land on her stomach. Her entire body ached, and she felt like she had just been hit by a sledgehammer. The hair on her arms was singed.

She lay there for a while, grimacing in pain, before shakily getting onto her hands and knees and then sitting down on the cold floor. “Ow,” she finished weakly. She touched a hand to her nose and it came away bloody. Her head rang.

As soon as Lucille stopped flying, the realisation of what he did registered for Scytale, and he anxiously dashed over to see if she was okay. “LUCY! Wait, you’re fine- never mind, no you’re not, you’re bleeding. Um, do I get Vincent, or a staff member, or maybe I could heal you-”

“Scytale-” she stopped to cough and then continued, “Healing potion.”

He jolted, and quickly slithered back over the bag near his box tower, using his snout to rifle through it. “Right, of course. You wouldn’t be unprepared.”

He slithered back with his jaws holding the mouth of the round bottle, and Lucy took it, uncorking the glass bottle and downing the glowing pale blue contents. She sighed as the mana of the liquid went to work healing all the injuries and bruises she had gained, her ringing headache receding. Reaching into her dimensional bag, with her will to direct it she withdrew a clean face towel, mopping up the blood spilling from her nose that had begun to stem from the potion. As it was a high-grade potion she had obtained with her status as the Faction Head, it took less than thirty seconds for any ache or scar on her body to be removed.

“I guess that confirms it,” she stated after a moment.

Scytale stared at her. “Confirms what exactly? Also, sorry for my reaction. I’m not used to seeing you so capable of being injured.”

She gazed seriously at her bond. “I have concluded that I cannot be damaged by any current spells.”

Her bond went silent before he glared at her. “Is this the entire culmination of my days’ worth of mana? I’m being drained to the bone to fuel spells, and the result is being told something I physically observed with my own eyes!? Wow, thanks a lot, Sherlock.”

She sighed and tapped him on the head. “If you could just think for a moment before speaking, then maybe you would understand the implications of my sentence.”

He continued glaring at her, but listened to her and considered it. “Fine. So, I’ve been casting different types of spells by using my illusion mana to mimic a mage’s spells. I don’t use a mana-circle of course, but because I can cast low-ranked spells with almost 95% similarity, and intermediate spells with 80% similarity thanks to my mana, it’s been good enough for testing purposes. But in a radius of about half a metre around you, any spell freezes in place and rapidly disintegrates into the elemental mana that composed it.”

He stopped looking so angry as he tried to puzzle out what was happening. “But you finally got hurt for some reason… wait, did you say any current spell? Not just mine?” And then he paused. “And you received it, but I didn’t receive a notification of you taking any damage the whole time, even when you flew back.”

She nodded. “Well, that’s because the last one was force damage.”

“Oh, right, duh. I don’t get notified in that case…. hang on, force damage affected you?”

She smiled wryly. “Yep. And that is my major weakness. I believe I am currently immune to any spell or skill Rank-5 or under. But force is still a fundamental feature of the spells, and I don’t have the CON or mana to passively protect myself, so if I get hit by their mundane energy…”

“You still get hurt. Huh. That’s… well, no wonder you said any ‘current’ spell. Rank-5 is currently the highest rank you could be because the last two realms haven’t opened up yet,” Scytale replied. “Normally I’d call haxs as it’s practically pseudo-invulnerability, but…”

“But it’s only ‘pseudo-invulnerability’. Force damage is the caveat,” she finished for him. “I suspect I could also take damage from soul-type abilities, but that would be if I didn’t have my current size of soul and its soul density.”

“Why is this happening though? I mean, it’s kinda good, but you can’t receive healing spells or buffs in this state,” he asked curiously.

She held her chin as she sat there on the ground, thinking. “I believe it’s due to two factors. One is that I have no class, and I can’t assign stat points. That is likely due to the fact I was at the max Level for Rank-7. My first soul port is telling the System I can’t grow stronger, but my second soul port is saying I should be able to. This also means I’m stuck in this limbo where the System can’t decipher how much damage I should receive from a skill, and so the spell just freezes in place as it attempts to calculate it.”

She slowly got up. “As for the second factor… you already know what ability we gained at Rank-7. Even when Rank-7s get resurrected and drop a rank, we retain it. I shouldn’t need to explain why spells and likely skills as well disintegrate when they get near me. Especially when I’m in an area directly under the System’s influence.”

“Yeah, okay, I understand now. I guess this is good for you though, as you were struggling to find a way to make up the stat difference that would occur due to your limitations when gaining stats,” he replied.

Lucy sighed. “Maybe. But what happens when a spell is needed to identify me, or some other important magic item in the Empire is used on me for other, non-malicious purposes and it simply doesn’t work?” She straightened up and headed towards the sack with the bottles to put away the empty bottle in her hand. “I’m going to need a way to selectively control what gets through this ‘non-interference’ bubble and what doesn’t. Clearly, my own mana still functions. This might need to be the concept for my second primary skill,” she said, thinking.

“Hey, when can I get my first class? I have an empty main skill slot and it’s bugging me,” Scytale added, using the box pile to climb onto her shoulder.

“It would be a waste to get it now,” she replied. “Get to level 10 first, because everybody’s received stats are the same up until the point, class or not. Then you can use a rarer class for your first skill slot rather than start from Common ranked and evolve it by merging. Plus, to get a good buff class you need a human form because magic is a humanoid creation. Become advanced rank.”

“If it was that easy to get a rarer class for your first primary skill, then why doesn’t everybody do it?” he asked, sceptical, as she walked towards the room’s entrance. She gestured to something, looking up. From up above them near the ceiling, two daggers, one black and one white, flew down to circle Lucy and Scytale. “Do these weapons of yours not care about their owner?” the snake asked as Lucy put them into their sheaths.

“I told them to not come down because I wasn’t badly hurt,” she said. “Besides, they enjoy flying up there. I’ll test them out sometime eventually.”

“As for the first skill…” she continued. “They do. You forget that most Beginner Ascendants only become an Ascendant because the Tutorial is mandatory to become a worker class later on. They usually pick a somewhat decent class with a skill that applies to their worker class, like archer for hunting, tier up the skill a little and then focus on the worker job. Those who care about class rarity are those who become Rank-3 or higher Ascendants, and are usually part of a larger Ascendant Faction.”

She opened the room’s door. “I didn’t pick a Common class before I entered the Tower. And I was able to receive my Rare Illusion Mage instead of the normal Uncommon classes for my choice. You were just impatient and were overeager to get a class.”

“I always found that funny, the thing with the illusion mage. Why would it suggest that to you?” he asked.

“Simply due to my personality,” she responded, heading towards a nearby lift to get up to the fortieth floor. “I got a soul class due to wanting to know how other people thought, and an illusion class because I wanted to have a way of controlling the world around me by making my own. The suggested classes often reflect what the User desires.”

“And because of that, you chose the two classes stereotypically used by manipulative people, yet used them in an utterly incomprehensible way instead. Even while being a manipulative person,” he said cheekily. “What do you think my first class of ‘Scaled Defender’ meant about me?”

She remembered the way Scytale had used the class and smirked. “That you’re a dense idiot who just shrugs off any criticisms? And you also had a complex about your miniature size making your stats weaker.”

He hesitated. “Uh… touché?” he replied.

“About which part, the dense idiot or the complex?” she asked him slyly.

“Obviously not the complex! My size was just perfect for me! I was in no way weaker because of it, nobody ever teased me about my size, and my family definitely weren’t overprotective and tried to prevent me from leaving the house!” he exclaimed.

Lucy thought about remaining silent, but couldn’t help it. “I never said they did. Did I hit a sore spot?”

“N-No,” he stammered, wriggling his wings, and accidentally bumping her on the head with them.

That made her head ache again, and so she started getting sick of his theatrics. Lucy sighed. “If you say so. I do hope you keep in mind that as your bond, I can see every thought running through your little serpent brain, and am fully aware you only said that for attention. I’m not exactly sure who you are trying to get sympathy from. I’ve heard this whole story over fifty times, and I’m not sure Apophis and Ouroboros have the mental development to comprehend it either.”

The two weapons vibrated against her waist, aware they were being discussed, but not very engaged in the conversation.

Scytale fell silent for a bit, and then sheepishly replied. “Look, I’ve just been really bored. You’ve been busy, there’s nothing to tell me about Adrianna’s situation, and Annaliese is going to be leaving soon. Sedric is a grump, so while it’s fun to annoy him, he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of social interaction. And I miss the modern entertainment of Earth.”

Lucille stepped into the lift. “There’s not much I can do about plain boredom. Unless you have a human form, I don’t want to send you out to wander alone in the city, even if you’re capable of it.”

There was still prejudice about magical beasts being uncivilized and prone to causing destruction, and so a human form was considered the minimum for the Empire’s society to accept you. Scytale went quiet, pondering something.

“You know…” he spoke up slowly. “I’ve been thinking about that. We’ve estimated it would take at least a year before I could become an advanced-ranked beast if I made sure my bloodline stability remained above 90%. I think we could cut that down to six months or less.”

She glanced at him with a slight frown on her face. “But that would-”

“Drop my bloodline stability down to 80%, yes,” he interrupted. “But I can’t do practically anything until I’ve reached that level. I’m not stupid, I’m not going to eat hundreds of natural treasures over a short time and let their minute differences in mana conflict. I would eat one high-ranked treasure and then digest it.”

She thought deeply, considering it. Then she sighed. “You’d have to head to the Central Battlefield Region later. That would get you involved with the royal bloodline sub-races.”

“It was going to happen eventually. To be recognised among the beast races you need to head there and become successful at least once in your life. Combat is the only way to increase bloodline stability,” he told her. “I won’t need to do it for a year or two, anyway. The combat required to level up should keep it high enough that I’d only need to head there if I found a chance to become a superior beast.”

She huffed. “Well, you know more about bloodlines than me. Have it your way. I’ll tell Ashale’viaf to let you use an Ancient natural treasure from the gardens. But if you’re that bored, what about visiting the Library?”

The snake blinked. “There’s a Library?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “It’s in the basement. Sure, it’s not in any way comparable to those of All-Aeon Athenaeum, but they store lots of interesting things. You could see if you can find any hidden skills or such.”

He tilted his silver head. “Huh. Then I might go one day. But after Annaliese leaves, what are you planning to do? Besides the debut, of course.”

When the lift arrived at the top story, Lucille didn’t immediately leave it, which sent alarm bells ringing in Scytale’s head. Instead, she dry-swallowed and gave him a tight smile. “Well, I need to make a deal with someone.”

“…who?” Scytale questioned, feeling apprehensive about her answer.

Lucille didn’t look at him, slowly stepping out of the lift as she clasped her hands behind her back. “I’m… going to form a contract with the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm.”

Lucille had discussed with the Prophetess the turmoil and chaos that would occur in the future. What she hadn’t mentioned was that the reason why she didn’t want her to get involved with it was because of the person behind it all.

And Lucille was going to make the chaos even larger this time. To do so, she needed to form a contract with one of the strongest known individuals within all the Tower realms. Lucille was going to meet with Demon Emperor Vitis Exolvuntur Imperatoris-Daemonium.

She only hoped she wouldn’t be killed by him when she did.