"Truly impressive!" Circe let out a cold laugh, mockery woven through her tone.
"Morgana, I hope you truly keep your promise and lead us to a sweeping victory! Wipe out those annoying insects!"
Morgan le Fay lifted her chin and looked askance at her, faint contempt and pride rippling across her face. "Of course I will..."
Before she could finish, she turned slightly, her gaze passing straight over Circe and fixing on the open door farther away.
Noticing the shift in Morgan le Fay's movements, Circe also turned and looked toward the open door.
From far to near came heavy panting and the sound of chaotic footsteps.
It was a balding man in a purple robe, stumbling into the room. With every step he took, his thick, layered chin quivered several times.
Everyone present recognized who the balding man was—Gregory the Smarmy, the Potions Master from the reign of Richard I.
After Gregory was captured during the operation in Sweden, the Isaiah Society had ultimately rescued him from prison.
To get out of that prison, he had paid an extremely heavy price. His standing in the Isaiah Society had fallen again and again, and trifling matters such as preparing magical materials and monitoring the sea were all handed over for him to run around and handle in person.
Just like these past two days: he had only just delivered the magical materials Morgan le Fay needed when he was immediately assigned to surveillance work, with no time even to sleep, spending an entire night at sea.
"Gregory, for you to appear here..." Circe wore a smile, her bright eyes seeming to anticipate something. "Could it be those annoying insects have noticed something?"
"Yes! Yes!" Gregory stopped, panting so hard he could barely catch his breath, all the flesh on his