In the far north of the Silent Plane, aboard a train, Wizard Smith displayed his magic and subdued the gunslinger.
He led the gunslinger and all the believers who had summoned him through the ritual swiftly off the train.
After getting off the train, they hid and dodged their way along, avoiding the eyes of this world's inspectors.
Finally, they found one of the cult's bases: an abandoned factory.
Wizard Smith looked coldly at his native believers. "I have come from beyond the heavens, bringing the highest truth. Today, I will impart one Star-Prayer Secret Incantation to each of you. From now on, you must worship daily and call upon my true power beyond the heavens to descend upon this world."
The sixteen-year-old priestess had stars in the corners of her eyes, as if she were looking at her idol. "God, if we follow your instructions, can we see the truth, overthrow the emperor's tyranny, and restore freedom to civilization?"
Wizard Smith swept her with a cold glance. "Just do as I say. Don't ask questions you shouldn't."
At this moment, all his thoughts were on the Great Magic Modeling Competition. He was single-mindedly trying to drive the other three contestants out of this world, so how could he care about the thoughts of these natives?
In his eyes, these natives were inferior even to the wizard laborers in the black factories of his family's industry. They were merely a group of puppets in this competition, and their thoughts were unimportant.
What mattered was efficiency.
He had to perfect the framework of his Great Magic before the others, accumulate his total Magic Pressure, and then strike at the others and knock them out of this plane.
Why was the Silent Grail also called the Plane Conquest Competition as well as