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The place where Ian was undergoing secluded training.

A woman sat leaning against the door.

“Haa—.”

Her chest rose and fell.

With each breath, hot air escaped between her lips.

Her breathing was filled with excitement.

It was the Blood Witch.

Her eyes, glowing intensely through her black hair.

Leaning against the stone door, she could feel what was happening inside.

The walls here were unimaginably thick.

Even the most skilled master would struggle to sense what was happening inside.

But she was none other than the Blood Witch.

She could feel everything vividly.

Even though she had erased her own magical presence and energy to avoid disturbing Ian’s training, she could still perceive it.

‘You feel so alive, Ian.’

The Blood Witch smiled softly.

The moment Ian first entered seclusion, she had been on the verge of madness, desperate to see him.

Secluded training meant complete isolation from the outside world.

It meant that the Ian she had brought with her could no longer be seen.

The Blood Witch was not one to let go of what was in her grasp.

Letting go of Ian, whom she had just managed to obtain, was too painful, too sorrowful.

There was nothing she could do.

She leaned against the wall.

She felt the faint presence of Ian from inside.

‘I cannot bear to not see you. I will remember every single thing about you.’

And so, she pictured Ian in her mind.

From the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

She reconstructed Ian in her thoughts.

It wasn’t difficult.

She had embraced him countless times.

She had run her fingers through his hair, feeling each strand.

And so, she could create him perfectly.

Even down to the exact number of strands of his hair.

Even his mana circuits, and every other detail.

Now, in her mind, Ian appeared vividly.

Each time a ripple of energy traveled through the wall, the Ian in her mind moved as well.

He breathed, stepped forward, and smiled at her.

“Ah…”

It felt as if Ian was truly right in front of her.

She reached out to caress him.

“…My Ian.”

This was why she spent hours every day leaning against this place.

But soon, the illusion in her mind faded.

The Ian she had imagined took a step back.

Her eyes wavered with disappointment.

Yet at the same time, she could see it.

Ian, seated in a meditative posture in the distance.

And the moment he began to take deep breaths.

The flow of mana around him suddenly reversed.

Was he learning how to control mana?

Each time Ian inhaled, it felt as if the earth trembled.

“Ahh…”

Without realizing it, the Blood Witch began circulating her own energy in response.

Her body shuddered.

His mana control was nothing short of genius.

And in just a few days, Ian was already transforming and mastering it.

“…A perfect execution of inner techniques.”

She felt joy.

No—ecstasy.

In less than a month, he was already grasping the core essence of the Bloodstone Cult’s secret arts.

And yet, he had not even learned the life-draining techniques that typically accompanied them.

“You are truly radiant.”

A jewel.

A treasure.

How could someone like him exist?

Ian—his talent was dazzling.

Every part of him was precious.

His mastery of inner energy.

His perfection in footwork.

His control over mana.

Ian was comprehending it all flawlessly.

“Ahh…”

The Blood Witch placed her hand against her cheek.

Her face was hot.

Her entire body was burning.

She was overwhelmed by desire and longing.

But she bit down hard on her lower lip.

“…”

She would endure.

She would wait until Ian emerged from this door.

She knew well—

That the hungrier one is, the more delicious the meal.

That the thirstier one is, the sweeter the water.

So she would hold back.

“…I look forward to it.”

She anticipated the Ian who would step beyond this stone door.

One thing was certain.

He would be more radiant, more breathtaking than anyone else.

“You are mine, Ian.”

Gulp.

The Blood Witch swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth.

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“I haven’t seen Three around lately.”

The Cult Leader’s residence.

Four, who acted as both the brain of the Bloodstone Cult and the personal secretary to the Cult Leader, bowed his head slightly.

His deep brown hair partially covered his narrow eyes.

“She has been staying in front of Ian’s secluded training chamber and has not left.”

“Seems like she’s completely obsessed.”

“Shall I order her to leave?”

The Cult Leader shook his head.

His pure white hair floated momentarily as if each strand had its own life before settling down again.

“That girl, the Blood Witch, learns through enlightenment in her own way. Leave her be.”

“But Three has other duties to fulfill. If we leave Lichten Academy unattended for too long, someone may take notice of the Sacred Relic…”

“Four.”

“Yes.”

The Cult Leader’s voice was calm.

Yet, Four bowed deeply, as if he were about to be reprimanded.

“What is the most important principle of our Cult?”

“Ascension.”

“That is correct. We are those who seek only ascension—becoming stronger than we were before. That is our creed, and those who follow this creed are our disciples. This means that if a disciple is in deep contemplation for the sake of ascension, we cannot dismiss it lightly.” 𐍂АꞐŏВËᶊ

“I receive your teachings.”

“Leave the Blood Witch alone. Hasn’t she gained enlightenment through this method before? She is a truly fascinating child.”

The Cult Leader curled his lips into a low chuckle, his expression filled with anticipation as if wondering what she would grasp this time.

A relaxed and composed demeanor.

However, Four was not as calm.

No matter how carefree a superior acted, subordinates were the ones who had to deal with the details.

To Four, Lichten Academy was a critical strategic location where at least one of the Cult’s Elders needed to remain.

Far too many of the Cult’s interests were entangled with that place.

As someone meticulous and strategic, Four found this situation frustrating. Yet, with the Cult Leader acting so leisurely, it was difficult to voice his concerns. As he hesitated, the Cult Leader spoke.

“So? What is it you wish to say? You seem troubled.”

A question that seemed to pierce through everything.

Four, who knew much, also had deep fear of the Cult Leader.

In his mind, the Cult Leader was stronger than anyone.

Stronger than anyone else on the continent.

That was why he always felt slightly subdued in front of him.

The person before him was simply too overwhelming to confront.

“That is always your problem.”

“…Pardon?”

“When one perceives a wall too high to overcome, they abandon the will to ascend. Stop looking at me. Then you will be able to reach your full potential.”

“No, it is enough for me to serve you, Cult Leader.”

Four bowed deeply.

No matter what, he could never surpass the Cult Leader.

Even if he absorbed everything else in the world, that fact would remain unchanged.

Thus, he would submit.

That was Four’s strategy.

A life dedicated to following the Cult Leader’s commands.

That was the best path.

He spoke again.

“We must send someone to the academy in place of the Blood Witch.”

The Cult Leader nodded.

“I have already considered that. More importantly, what of the Empire and Constantine? How are they moving?”

Once again, he asked a question as if he had already foreseen everything.

Even though no report had been given yet, Four could feel his admiration and fear toward the Cult Leader growing.

“Both the Empire and the Vatican are making their moves. The Vatican is gathering forces around the Saint, while the Empire’s leadership is keeping things confidential, though we have observed significant activity.”

“They both intend to provoke our Cult, it seems.”

“…That appears to be the case.”

The Cult Leader nodded silently.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he spoke.

“There is no need to start an outright war. Their soldiers could one day become our disciples. Life is valuable, after all. It would be better to throw them into disarray first.”

“By disarray, do you mean…?”

“Assassinate the Emperor.”

“…”

Four fell silent for a moment before replying.

“If the Empire descends into chaos over succession, and Constantine is forced to focus on them, then we can check both powers at once. It is a sound strategy.”

“Do it.”

The Cult Leader gave a simple nod.

For someone who had just ordered the assassination of a nation’s ruler, he was astonishingly calm.

Four knew the source of his confidence.

The Cult Leader’s ascension.

He was close.

Close to reaching the realm of the Demon God.

With a satisfied smile, the Cult Leader spoke again.

“It was truly worthwhile to bring in Ian.”

“Is he aiding in your ascension?”

“Yes. More than I expected. It seems he is mastering all three scriptures at once. The stronger he becomes, the stronger I become.”

A satisfied chuckle.

Four bowed his head.

At the same time, a sudden curiosity arose.

Once the Cult Leader reached the Demon God’s Realm, what would happen to him?

Would he continue serving beneath him, or would he simply become another sacrifice?

It was impossible to know.

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“Cult Leader.”

“Do you still have more to say?”

“Who should we send to Lichten Academy in place of the Blood Witch?”

“Hmm.”

The Cult Leader stroked his chin for a moment before answering.

“I suppose I should go myself.”

“…Huh?”

Four blinked blankly.