After hearing Ang's affirmative reply, Putt finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He knew that if even Ang lost patience over the Demons, the Archipelago Plane might truly fall into complete chaos.
"Count Ang, the Archipelago Plane is depending on you." Putt's tone carried heavy expectations, mixed with rare respect.
Ang merely smiled faintly, patted his shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
His purpose in coming to Fortress of Will had already been achieved—eliminating any proof that he had obtained information about Joandi from Putt.
He wanted to kill Joandi. That thought had taken root the moment he discovered her ties to the Black Magic Society, and even more so when she stirred up the chaos of the Demons.
But she was, after all, a member of the Rockefeller Family. Once he made a move, it would be difficult to avoid investigation and retaliation from her family.
He had to clear himself of every suspicion first and ensure that no one could trace the matter back to him.
At the very least, aside from his most trusted few, no one knew that Joandi had already fallen into his hands.
With that ease and certainty, Ang left Fortress of Will and began his journey back to Amnath City.
The moment he returned to Amnath City, Ang wasted no time and headed straight for the Magic Prison.
He stood before the observation window outside the interrogation room, looking at the imprisoned Black Mages.
Their expressions were cold and their emotions stable. It was clear they had not been mistreated.
"Starting tomorrow, cut off their water and food," Ang quietly ordered the guard beside him.
The guard was startled, but quickly accepted the order. "Yes, Count."
As Ang turned to leave, a chill lingered at the corner of his