Audience

The several wisps of faint black mist left the bounds of London at an unusual speed. Though they traveled in different directions, they ultimately converged in a small village near the English Channel. As they drew closer to the village, the black mist grew thicker and thicker. Soon, when it arrived before a modest, somewhat dilapidated manor, it transformed into three strangely dressed wizards in black robes—one man and two women.

"Who is it?" a timid voice came from behind the doors of the dilapidated manor.

"It's us, Wormtail." The leading witch spoke indifferently in an extremely heavy Yugoslav accent. "Artoria Brant, Radhovan Maddox, and Celestina Torres. We have completed the reconnaissance mission the Dark Lord assigned us."

"Hand over the Crystal Ball, and you won't have to come in—" Wormtail had originally intended to deny them entry, but he suddenly froze the next second. A voice had directly appeared in his mind. Wormtail immediately opened the door and changed his words. "Please come in, you three. The great Dark Lord is willing to receive your audience."

"Thank you very much for conveying that, Mr. Wormtail." The leading witch—

Artoria Brant, who was dressed with great care—replied politely in a thick Yugoslav accent.

With that, Artoria Brant led the two wizards behind her and slowly followed Wormtail into the ruined doorway.

Perhaps because of the Undetectable Extension Charm, the inside of the dilapidated manor was far larger than it appeared from outside. From the moment they entered, none of the three wizards spoke. With their heads slightly lowered, they silently followed Wormtail.

After walking for five or six minutes, they began descending a flight of steps.

After another ten minutes or so, they finally stepped onto hard stone ground. They then passed through a deep, dark, narrow stone corridor before