The Beginning of the Anomaly

The following day, London, United Kingdom.

Kamar-Taj's Sanctum in London looked like a manor steeped in aristocratic character from the outside. It was indeed grander than those in New York and Hong Kong.

It couldn't be helped. Most of the sorcerers here were local Britons who fancied themselves English gentlemen, placing great importance on appearances and enjoying the finer things in life. But that also made them the weakest of the Three Great Sanctums in terms of combat ability.

Because of that, the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't particularly fond of this place either. Ancient One lived simply, devoted herself to ascetic cultivation, and possessed a character as pure as a saint's, so she found the aristocratic ways here somewhat distasteful. But if Evenson had to put it another way, there was probably another reason.

Though this was Ancient One's homeland, she was Celtic, while the sorcerers here were all Saxon. So... everyone understood.

Still, that was all it was. Having lived as long as Ancient One had, she had long since come to see the changing tides of the world lightly. At most, there was a tiny thorn in her heart. She never acted overly distant toward them.

Inside the manor, just as in the other Sanctums, a vast training ground was indispensable. But unlike Hong Kong, it was not paved with huge stretches of bluestone slabs. Instead, it was a broad expanse of lush grass, with flowers planted here and there to divide it into separate sections. In their words, it looked more tasteful that way.

At one side of the lawn, Klayya was casually strolling with a Chinese woman with shoulder-length black hair. "Watson, have you gotten used to living here?"

That's right. The woman with Kreia was Holmes's partner, Watson. Since Evenson had recommended that the two of