Meanwhile, the Great Hollow beneath Enzouzan.
Pandora looked at the fleeing figure in the magical projection and muttered softly.
"Tch, he managed to dodge that? A mage with the advantage of a prepared territory really isn't that easy to kill. What a letdown."
"Mom, Caster seems to be on our side. Is it really okay for you to curse your own teammate like that?"
Hearing the clearly malicious tone, Chloe could not help but remind her.
"So what? It's their fault for not trying hard enough. They fought for so long, and not a single person died!"
The original saint, pure and innocent on the outside yet vile and mischievous within, buried her head against the chessboard. Her gloomy little face rolled from side to side as her pale hands pounded the altar serving as a table, and she grumbled indignantly.
"Ahhh, I want to see people get hurt! I want to see people die! Damn it, these people definitely weren't taking this seriously!"
In the blink of an eye, Pandora seemed to think of something. Her ruby-red eyes lit up, and she eagerly made a suggestion.
"Why don't we have Ruler quietly withdraw from the battlefield and throw those guys who refuse to give it their all to the other side?"
Then, the Black Saint raised an arm and drew it across her fair neck, her eyes brimming with malice.
"Or better yet, we could secretly lure their Masters over here and kill them all! Without mana supporting them, they'll definitely fight desperately!"
"Mom..."
"Hmm?"
"...You're such a terrible adult!"
Chloe's pure young heart had been thoroughly corrupted. Hearing this casual scheme to stab her own allies in the back, she could not help rolling her eyes.
"Little Black, how could you say that about your mother? You're all