Morgan le Fay's knuckles whitened from how tightly she clenched them. "Especially the sacrifices I chose this time. Perhaps it's an age issue, but they're so bold they're almost foolish. They have no scruples. They dare to try anything!"
"And this foolish recklessness..." A smug smile of total control crept onto the corner of her mouth. "Just happens to make them step, bit by bit, into the net I wove without even realizing it."
"Otherwise, how could my plan have gone so smoothly?" She suddenly turned to the mirror and stared at the eerie image within. "Imagine it. Paris alone is enough to create them..."
"Aren't you curious? How great is the potential of Muggles, exactly?" That beautiful face twisted. "So enslaving them is the only way forward!"
"Morgana, I am glad you have not been assimilated by Muggles." Herpo inclined his head slightly. "That is what matters most!"
"Should I feel happy?" Morgan le Fay raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze stabbing toward Herpo. "Have all the magical materials I asked you to prepare been gathered?"
"No." Herpo's answer was very blunt. "Gregory is already thinking of a way."
"No?" Morgan le Fay's voice rose several degrees. "Herpo, it seems the ones clinging to luck, slack and indolent, are you!"
"Do you know Muggles have a theory? It's called 'Murphy's Law'... Anything that can go wrong will go wrong!"
"So I must eliminate every possible oversight! You promised me with your own mouth that I would lead this operation! I will not allow even the slightest deviation!!"
Herpo's eyelids slowly lowered, the slits of his eyes growing long and narrow, like a venomous snake waiting to hunt. "Of course... I will urge them to see this matter through. There absolutely will not be any mistakes."
"Morgana!" His tone suddenly