12 O’Clock Marionette

Nigellia spoke with sincerity.

“The child who was once within our grasp has grown so much—how delightful.”

“But the conditioning—”

“There is no need to repeat it. Once everything is set into motion, that petty conditioning will unravel on its own. Morion’s power is far too great, and human efforts are laughably crude in comparison.”

“……”

“All we need to do is wait for Cruello to be fully prepared to wield that power and for our Lord to be reborn into this world.”

Even after those words, the Grand Elder’s expression remained tense.

Tsk, Nigellia clicked her tongue lightly.

“I have received a prophecy.”

“A prophecy? Surely not—!”

“It wasn’t a revelation regarding the exact date. But He spoke to me.”

‘The ship has not strayed from its course.’

“Everything will unfold exactly as He intends. I am simply moving out of personal curiosity about that girl.”

The grand ritual had already set sail upon a great current.

Even without rowing, the outcome was inevitable.

So if the motion was meaningless anyway, wouldn’t it be best to place the oar into the hands of the one who would swallow Morion?

It would be amusing to watch those who would serve beneath him struggle to steer the ship.

That was Nigellia’s faith.@@novelbin@@

‘And while I’m at it, cutting away the rotten parts is also part of my duty.’

Hiding her true thoughts, Nigellia smiled.

At the word prophecy, Heorim’s defiance crumbled completely.

“I will trust you, Second Elder.”