Turbulent Undercurrents! Ding, Clue Discovered

Agostino Austin was horrified by Berendir Roglides's shocking words and sprang to his feet.

"Screech—"

The high-backed chair suddenly scraped against the floor with a piercing sound, then crashed down heavily with a thud.

"Has your Roglides family gone mad?!"

Agostino Austin pointed at Berendir Roglides and shouted out of composure:

"That's Tissaia de Vries, Narsil de la Roche, and Bonn Drummond. The three of them have sat securely on the Supreme Council's highest thrones for centuries. No one can replace them..."

"Yes, centuries." Berendir Roglides nodded calmly, forming a stark contrast to Agostino Austin's flushed, agitated face. "Riedania's throne has changed hands more than a dozen times, yet those five people have remained in the highest place of the supernatural world."

"No matter how those below argue or debate, whether those seated below represent nobles whose legacies span centuries, royal authority, or agents of divine authority, the moment those five so much as cough, everything will be overturned and begun anew. No reason is required."

"Agostino Austin, Riedania is the most powerful kingdom on the Northern Continent, or at least one of the two most powerful. You are the mouthpiece of Riedania's royal authority..."

Berendir Roglides slowly rose, unhurriedly righted Agostino Austin's fallen high-backed chair, then walked before him and lowered his voice.

"Have you... never felt an impulse?"

"What impulse?" Agostino Austin held his breath, his face expressionless.

Berendir Roglides curled his lips. "When you practiced magic, studied truth, and delved into alchemy, have you never been bound by the impractical rules laid down by those great figures, unable to achieve the best possible results?"

"And yet you know those rules cannot restrain the people above you. At least, I know that many people know Otolan and several of his favored disciples have been researching necromancy without restraint,