Ang held his breath and hid in the shadows of the storeroom, peering through the crack in the door at Joyce, who sat motionless in the council hall.
Three days had already passed.
Over the past few days, Ang had watched the members of the Black Magic Society pack up and leave the castle one after another. Joyce had thought they were heading out to track the lizardman, but those Black Mages had long since planned to flee.
The cowardice and disorder of those Black Mages secretly amused Ang.
For such a farcical Black Magic Society to have stirred up trouble across the Archipelago Plane for so many years was entirely due to Joyce's ruthlessness and the protection of their headquarters.
What truly shocked Ang, however, was Joyce's identity.
He had originally thought Joyce was merely an outer member of the Black Magic Society responsible for liaising with the Third Legion. He had never expected her to be the true authority over the entire Black Magic Society in the Archipelago Plane, with the strength of an Archmage as well.
"No wonder that woman reacted so violently when she wet herself twice before."
Ang could not help muttering to himself.
But today, Joyce was destined to leave behind a third humiliating memory.
Ang carefully emerged from the storeroom, circled around the council hall, and arrived at the castle entrance.
He closed his eyes. The magic power inside him stirred slightly, and an aura of Dark Magic began spreading from his body, perfectly concealing his original presence.
Then he opened his Magic Waist Pouch, took out a mage robe stripped from the corpse of a Black Mage, and draped it over himself.
After making these preparations, Ang took a deep breath and strode toward the council hall.
Joyce still sat blankly in