Medea, the Witch of Betrayal

Atram Galliasta was a twenty-five-year-old mixed-race man of Middle Eastern and European descent, with long golden hair, brown skin, and strikingly handsome features.

Because his father was a famous Oil King in this world, he possessed inexhaustible wealth. He had even used money to pull strings within the Clock Tower and obtained a noble title second only to that of a Monarch.

Though no truly first-rate Magus took him seriously, they still showed him the most basic respect for the sake of his money.

After all, no one was foolish enough to speak harshly to someone who regularly spent money so generously.

In fact, the Galliasta family had only become magi fairly recently, with a history of barely a hundred years.

They had only truly begun integrating into the world of magecraft in Atram's generation.

There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the process. Their ancestor had merely been a member of the privileged class curious about mysterious powers, bought some low-grade magecraft, and passed it down to his descendants.

As a result, Atram's talent for magecraft did not even reach second-rate. He could only spend lavishly to purchase Magic Crests from other great noble families, barely raising himself to a level slightly above that of an ordinary Magus.

In recent years, he had also grown close to Monarch El-Melloi II, Waver Velvet, who controlled a vast quantity of mysterious resources.

Whether it was the special enchanted Crests Allen provided, or those miraculous potions, weapons, and equipment, all of it had opened the young man's eyes.

Unfortunately, Waver never accepted cash payments. He only accepted barter.

In other words, if Atram wanted to obtain things that could increase his strength, he had to offer equivalent items such as Holy Relics, Magic Crests, Crests, knowledge, or books.

That had given him quite