Unknown Whereabouts

Inside a high-level room of the Legendary magic tower that pierced the clouds in the Hatak Imperial Nation.

This was a quiet sealed chamber. Numerous detection-shielding Legendary Level magic arrays had been integrated into its walls. Since no sound could penetrate it, anyone inside could not hear the savage thunder and lightning outside. Even though the tower's outer walls were nearly in direct contact with the lightning within the clouds, only wave after wave of rain striking the energy windows spoke of the torrential downpour's arrival.

Standing by the edge of the chamber's window, Punk silently sipped his tea in small mouthfuls as he gazed expressionlessly outside. The fleeting flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the dim magical room, casting a sinister tint across the caster's handsome, pale face.

Punk had remained at this window for quite some time, silently watching the gathering winds and clouds outside, as well as the torrential rain raging down.

However... neither the rolling clouds brought by the storm nor the vast web woven through the sky by lightning drew the caster's attention, because what he was contemplating was exceedingly complex and crucial.

In truth, Punk's heart was no calmer than the weather outside. Separated by the Mage Tower, neither rain nor thunder could reach him, but... at this moment, he rarely felt himself so close to a foreseeable storm. The "intuition" of an approaching tempest had even surfaced clearly in Punk's mind.

Although the caster understood very well that, under the River of Fate's control, "intuition," which ought to have been an important basis for judgment, had long since become utterly untrustworthy, even so, Punk could not maintain his usual unruffled calm in this matter.

Because... half a year ago, the victim whom Punk had framed with his Interference Mechanism Transfer Mode, the Legendary Red