The Boldest Schemes Often Advance in the Plainest Way: Solving Problems with Physical Force

Mistress Drusilia had summoned the prominent shadow elves who had arrived in the city.

Considering she had just survived a despicable but unsuccessful assassination attempt, the mistresses who came to the meeting were all somewhat wary. They brought their family captains and spellcasters with them and gathered at the Mistress's Tower in Shadowdeep.

The Shadow Matriarch's three daughters came out to receive them, but the meeting did not begin immediately, as some of the guests had yet to arrive.

The High Priestesses of the Abyssal Sisterhood had also been invited. But those who were accustomed to hiding in the shadows did not even come together. They were practically recluses in the advanced stages of the condition, insisting on arriving one by one and dragging things out. More than an hour passed before sixteen High Priestesses had finally shown up.

That was nowhere near enough.

When the Abyssal Sisterhood was led by the lewd leader Yvette, it had only thirteen High Priestess seats. But after Yvette met with an "unfortunate" end, that number quickly ballooned to twenty-nine. By their rules, to become a High Priestess, one first had to be a devout believer in the Spider Lady, then be prepared to sacrifice oneself for shadow elf civilization, and finally possess outstanding strength and a necessary skill.

But it turned out that these women were neither devout nor willing to make sacrifices, and even their strength was questionable.

They really were quite powerful.

All twenty-nine High Priestesses were Gold-rank, but the source of the power behind this absurd number of experts was highly suspect. This was especially true of the High Priestesses who had taken up their seats less than a century ago. In Yvette's time, they had all been nobodies.

Still, the sheer number of twenty-nine High Priestesses was enough to