"Looks like..." Voldemort said slowly, "you've finally made up your mind and are ready to carry out that plan?"
"I thought you were scared, afraid that even this plan would be ruined by Vizet, so after offering it up that day, you never dared mention it again."
Herpo fell silent. Voldemort's mockery had struck precisely at the deepest worry in his heart.
Voldemort was not wrong. He really had been afraid.
He could not predict what level Vizet's current magical ability had reached.
After all, the Vizet of today could actually even cure "Lycanthropy Disease."
And according to the information he had, the potion capable of curing "Lycanthropy Disease" was priced at only a quarter of the "Wolfsbane Potion."
To say nothing of the fact that, whether intentionally or not, Vizet had overturned the Isaiah Society's various plans several times.
It left him truly uncertain, constantly weighing when the proper moment would come to exile Vizet into the river of time.
Everything that had happened in the "Paris Region Incident" had still dealt far too great a blow to Herpo.
In his view, the plan Morgan le Fay had devised had already been thorough enough.
Even such a thorough plan had still been ruined by Vizet, and all of Morgan le Fay's countermeasures had also been unraveled by Vizet one after another. This deepened his wariness of Vizet all the more.
Herpo was truly deeply worried that even if he successfully exiled Vizet, perhaps as long as Vizet was given enough time, he would find some unbelievable way to escape.
Therefore, after Herpo had officially cooperated with Voldemort by explaining this plan, he had deliberately shelved it, waiting for a moment he believed to be foolproof.
Preferably, he would execute this plan only before "The Master" descended, ensuring that even