"Les, is everything all right?" Dark Child Master asked.

Les nodded, looking at the small campfire in front of her.

Her eyes showed a difference; her emotions were in turmoil. Her demeanor was not as usual.

Dark Child Master smiled behind his mask and nodded.

"She is still having a hard time understanding how a man she could manipulate on a whim changed to this extent in just one to two weeks."

"I do not think it is weird she is thinking about that, but further down the line, it could be a problem."

Les and Dark Child Master were both level three mages. In terms of experience, Dark Child Master was better, but in terms of battle capability and operational capacity, Les was in better shape.

Most of the people dont know the name of master, but his name was "Denir"

Cultivating a Dark Child Master requires more time and effort than cultivating a C-Level Agent like Les.

In the end, Dark Child Master, as the name suggests, is an inner member, the direct small commander of a team in the organization—akin to a lieutenant in the army.

On the other hand, Les is an agent, similar to a soldier sent outside to perform missions.

Due to these differences, Dark Child Master, with his experience dealing with these kinds of events, has a better chance of understanding and responding to the behavior and actions of Les.

"I am not sure," Les said, whispering.

"What is it that you're not sure about?" Denir inquired.

"I am not sure that Sylas is some sort of genius."

"Oh no, you are wrong about that," Dark Child Master said. Les’s eyes landed on Denir, waiting for an explanation.

"I am saying that you are wrong about that. If everything is true about him and he was not a mage two weeks earlier, and now he's at the stage of fighting against us and winning, then..."

"He is definitely a genius. I believe the word 'genius' may not be enough to describe him; a'monster' is more fitting," Denir said.

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Les then shook her head.

"If that is the case, why do we want to kill him and not try to recruit him?"

Dark Child Master took a deep breath this time.

He was not sure how to answer Les’s question. Truth be told, nobody would like to kill a genius like Sylas when they could integrate him into their own organization.

But the conversation between himself and Sylas showed him that there was nothing that could be done to change Sylas’s viewpoint; the animosity toward the Dark Father Organization was something that could not be overcome.

At least, that is what his instincts told him.

"The decision has been made."

"We are waiting for the support; when the support arrives, Sylas will be executed."

Denir said his words and left the campsite, leaving Les alone in the bright light.

Denir put some distance between himself and Les and then closed his eyes.

"Master, plan two should be executed in three hours." Denir spoke as he closed his eyes, and another one listened.

"Good job, my child," said a woman's voice.

"Thank you, Seventh Dark Mother."

The woman then continued.

"So, do you think this Sylas is worth more than our agents, who made him feel disgusted toward our organization?"

Denir hesitated for one second before answering.

"I believe so."

"As long as we agree to give the heads of the C-Level agents that I work with and have problems with Sylas Sylind, he may see us as neutral."

"That is good to hear." For the Dark Father Organization, hearing that a potentially gifted, genius individual mage does not hold animosity towards them is enough.

The individual may not like them, but the most important thing is not to be hated.

In the future, new plans can be made to rope the mage, Sylas, into the organization via different means altogether.

As long as the target does not hate them, everything can be resolved.

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A group of fifteen individuals moved in a straight line; they were disciplined, and their eyes showed indifference and calmness.

"Okay, we are going to rest here for five hours. This is the last stop before we reach Dark Child Master Denir."

Fourteen of the black-robed mages sat down silently and closed their eyes to rest.

"I did not expect that a C-Level agent and Denirous, with nine Dark Children, could not handle one guy."

"It is rare for them to ask for fourteen Dark Children and a Dark Child Master like me."

As time passed, the cold air started hitting the mages in the face. Thankfully, the mages were protected by their magical energy, mind, and soul energy.

For them, as long as they focused a little bit and the environmental conditions were not extreme, a little cold would not make them uncomfortable.

A level one mage, usually without any spell, can handle temperatures as low as -10 degrees Celsius with no clothing for about one day.

When the temperature drops to -50 degrees Celsius, the level one mage would need clothing and a magic spell.

Without a spell, even with the power of magic and mind, the mage would die, though maybe at twice the slower rate of an ordinary human.