Desperate Nobles

As soon as Master Moraka finished speaking, the nobles in the secret chamber once again fell into near-dead silence. Under the flickering candlelight, every noble present, including Voss and Prince Muilanda, stared pleadingly at the Master Level spellcaster as he helplessly shook his head.

They hoped that in the next second, Master Moraka would burst into laughter and say that he had merely been trying to scare them, telling them that he had a way to search the mysterious girl's soul for information.

But... undeniable facts would not change because of anyone's hopes, and Moraka had never been an unserious spellcaster fond of jokes.

To put it bluntly, Moraka, this rather ordinary-looking Master Level Mage, was already the most accomplished mind-magic mage in the entire Scott Imperial Nation. If he said there was no way, then there was no need to doubt it—the truth was that there was absolutely no way!

And now, that horrifying truth was this—there was nothing in Pandora's memories that could be extracted. All the hopes of the five great nobles and His Majesty the King of Scott had turned into nothing but a shattered dream...

"So... we're doomed?"

At last, from a patch of shadow untouched by the candlelight, Old Noble Voss voiced the truth that no one dared acknowledge in a hoarse, warped voice...

"...I'm afraid so, old friend... This young lady is of no value to us, Ganatica's whereabouts are unknown, and..."

After a brief pause, Moraka continued with a bitter smile:

"Judging by the time given by the 'Molten Ripper,' that mad dragon Aimoda will return in no more than three days. Even if we make a new capture plan and find another way to capture Ganatica... I'm afraid we no longer have the time.

Mm, you're right. We... are doomed."

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