Morgan le Fay knew her end was close, but no matter how much regret she felt inside, that was her own affair. She would never allow Vizet to pass judgment on her mistakes.
Yet when it came to "The Master," she truly could not find any solid grounds for rebuttal, so she simply turned her spearhead and poured her malice straight at Vizet.
"Limitations? When 'The Master' descends, you will naturally learn whether He has limitations or not!" Her brows arched high, her tone thick with venom. "As for you!"
Her voice suddenly turned shrill, the malice in it almost becoming tangible. "You are nothing but an inferior existence riddled with flaws! And you think you are worthy of making wild judgments about The Master? Utterly foolish! Absolutely ridiculous!"
Listening to Morgan le Fay's tirade, Vizet could not help pressing his lips together, keeping the smile from tugging at the corners of his mouth.
As a Wizard from the early medieval period, Morgan le Fay had been able to survive until now, which meant she must have relied on some extraordinary means.
The first thing Vizet thought of when it came to these so-called "extraordinary means" was a Horcrux.
If she had used the Philosopher's Stone or other Magical Artifacts to prolong her life, her body should have shown the true marks of aging. Yet Morgan le Fay looked middle-aged at the very least, and that alone was very intriguing.
Beyond that, Morgan le Fay had clearly been right under his nose, controlled by his magic, and yet she had still been sacrificed...
She had not left the Paris Region, yet had been sacrificed by the Isaiah Society. Based on his understanding of ritual magic, to accomplish something like that, they would have had to borrow an object connected to