Otolan's Doubt! The Zombie's Ruby Right Eye!

A small-scale clash that could hardly be called a war had just ended. The Ban Ard Ritualists, looking as though they had been dredged out of mud, were summoned before Senne, Ban Ard's de facto leader.

Senne did not attend to them immediately. Instead, he was glaring furiously as he argued with a man from the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate.

"What do you mean, it disappeared?" Senne pointed at a charred crater. "That Wild Hunt landed right there just moments ago. Everyone saw it."

"At the time, your people were still surrounding it..."

"Lord Senne," the Sorcerer across from him remained respectful and restrained, though his tone clearly carried impatience, "disappeared means that it was indeed there just now, but now it is gone. It cannot be found. It no longer exists, as though it had never appeared at all."

"But..."

"No buts, Lord Senne." The Sorcerer interrupted him bluntly, seemingly exhausting the last of his patience. "If I remember correctly, Ban Ard reportedly destroyed dozens of Wild Hunt half a year ago, yet failed to retain a single corpse in the end."

"Why do you think the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, which ranks below Ban Ard in the sorcerer world, can keep one?"

"Besides..."

"The Rissberg Civil Conglomerate is not subordinate to Ban Ard. We came here to 'help' you."

The Sorcerer paused and glanced at the bedraggled Ban Ard Ritualists walking over with their heads lowered. A faintly contemptuous smile touched his lips.

"Rather than tangling with me here, why not think carefully about how to deal with the fact that you used large-scale necromancy, yet let all the elves escape?"

"Not a single inspector from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers is someone easy to deal with."

"Please step aside now, Lord Senne. I am very busy and still have work