Cassandra's Bizarre Adventure

The clamor of the banquet gradually faded, and the guests left in twos and threes.

But for certain people, tonight's "real business" had only just begun.

In the reception room, Salamander leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of strong liquor.

His massive body nearly crushed the entire sofa out of shape.

"Kid, you really offended those old bastards badly this time."

Though Salamander's voice carried a note of laughter, there was a trace of seriousness in it:

"Cyrus, Elwin, Nidil..."

"Three Archwizards were crushed by you in public without even a chance to fight back."

"Do you know what that means?"

Ron picked up his teacup and took a light sip.

The fragrance of tea spread through his mouth, carrying a faint bitter aftertaste that turned sweet.

"It means their prestige has been swept away. That's exactly what Eve and I wanted."

"From now on, no one will take their words seriously anymore."

"And those followers, allies, even disciples they once had..."

"They'll all start reconsidering whose side they stand on."

"Exactly."

Salamander nodded.

"With that move, you basically dug up their foundations outright."

"The result of a Void Shell collision can't fool anyone—strong is strong, weak is weak."

"Everyone saw with their own eyes how fragile their 'essence' was."

"In the future, who would dare stake their life and fortune on them?"

He took a huge gulp of liquor.

"That said, aren't you afraid they'll do something desperate?"

"A beast forced into a dead end is often the most dangerous."

"They no longer have the capital to be desperate."

Ron put down his teacup.

"Cyrus's Void Shell was badly damaged. Without several decades of recuperation, he won't recover at all."

"Elwin's injuries were lighter, but his [Scales of Reason] has already been proven 'incapable of measuring a