Somewhere else, a tall man wearing a black suit with brown hair, silver eyes and handsome but masculine face was sitting on a couch.

He was reading a rapport before simply throwing it away,

"*Sigh*, So in the end not only did you fail, you also ended up poking a hornet net for nothing. I wonder, how do you feel?."

The one he was addressing was a rather old woman. If Azrael was here, he would recognize that she was Augusta. Despite being reprimanded, she didn't seem abashed in the least bit,

"The prince was more interesting than I thought. So I guess it was worth it. What more, the intervention of your old leader was somewhat unexpected. otherwise, I would have not failed. Satanael, why do you think he helped him?"

The man, Satanael let out a smile at this question,

"Azazel has always been somewhat eccentric. Most likely he simply did it on a whim. Or perhaps he didn't want you to destroy the city. There are so many reasons. Trying to guess them is just a waste of time."

"I see. Well, you fought by his side for so long. I guess you would know him. I still do not understand why a cadre of the fallen angels like you betrayed Grigori. You should have been rather well treated there."

Satanael didn't lose his smile after hearing this question,

"You could say that I left because of a divergence. We had the same goal, but we didn't have the same view on how to reach that goal. As such, I simply left."

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"So, you think those outcasts from the Five clans... No, should I rather call them members of the Utsusemi Agency could further your goal?"

"Of course. Currently, the Utsusemi Agency is searching throughout Japan for the wielders of the four fiends. The four high tiers Sacred gear that stands directly opposite to the sacred beast of the five principal clans. Their research is extremely close to what I have in mind and whether they fail or succeed I will be able to glean some insight from it."

"Still, you should be wary about their leader, Himejima Hanezu. I feel a great deal of madness in him. Be careful to not be dragged down by it."

Satanael let out a hollow laugh at those words before going back to his never-changing smiling face,

"Madness? Aren't we all mad in the first place?"

The light flickering on his face gave a truly eerie sight.

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The Wizards of Oz weren't the only one able to create pocket dimensions. Another one, an organization as powerful if not more could do the same.

This organization was called Grauzauberer, or Grey mages.

(AN: I will now use Grey mage because Grauzauberer is a pain to write.)

The leader of this organization was Mephisto Pheles, a pure-blooded devil who lived since the time of the previous four satans. This wasn't all. Not only was he the leader of one of the most powerful organizations on earth, he was also the current director of the magician council and most of the recent stray magicians were people he personally expelled.

As such, when hearing about what kind of troubles those stray created, he couldn't help but feel extremely pissed. Over the long years of guarding this organization, he came to like the beings known as humans very much. Even more so when they are magicians. As such the fact that the mistake caused by those stray were negatively affecting all the magicians community wasn't something he could forgive. After all, even though the church only targeted the stray magicians and Oz. The other magicians were still feeling the heat.

Despite his age, Mephisto Pheles looked like a middle-aged man with gelled hair. His most striking feature though was his heterochromia. His left eye was blue while the right one was red.

Right now, he was walking in a circle in his office while talking on the phone.

"I know… I know. I will try to discuss it with the director of Golden Dawn. I have heard that the daughter of Uther Pendragon, a 9 year old girl called Le Fay was studying there, perhaps we could use this connection to contact him and calm some of the heat…"

After hanging up, he pinched his brow before finally, opening another phone,

"...Hello. Lavinia? I have a mission for you...You are currently doing one...How long will it take? Four months? Ok, I understand. Four-month is it. Once you finish your current mission, go to Japan...Why? Because you must meet the Uncrowned Prince of the Church."