Friday, 4:57 a.m., before dawn. Witch Council.
An unexplained heavenly light shone down from the white fog high above. At the bottom of the ancient stone steps that converged tier by tier toward the center, the late-night meeting around the round table was still underway.
"Then the arrangements for the Green Lake Region operation have been decided for now.
Vanessa and Galina will proceed to the Green Lake Region according to the original plan, maintaining their current identities. Sivie, do not go under your real identity this time. The Church's investigation into the Great Witches has begun targeting you. Over the past year, wherever a Chosen One appeared, you went there to discuss business. That is indeed suspicious. Grandma Cassandra, please arrange your own actions. Thank you very much for being willing to participate in this operation; truly, you need not do this. As for Emma, since Princess Margaret has yet to decide whether she will go to Green Lake for the negotiations, choose a suitable time and secretly travel to Green Lake under a hidden identity."
The tall Blonde Witch sat in the head seat beside the Witch Council's round conference table. Seen from behind the stone chair symbolizing the identity of the Speaker, all that could be seen were the symbols carved into its back representing "time," along with her smooth, flowing hair.
The twelve ladies seated around the round table on either side of her nodded together.
"Yes, Isabella."
The witch's voice was gentle, carrying a distinctive warmth without losing any authority.
"I must emphasize once again that we truly did a little too much in Randall River Valley some time ago. For this preliminary investigation, Audrey, who is already there, will take the lead, with Galina and Vanessa assisting after they arrive. Grandma, Sivie, and Emma,