Stripped City Adra · Isn't a "Meeting" Just One Person Calling the Shots?

No wonder they reacted that way. Although the Clock Tower was ruled by twelve Lords, there were differences even among the Lords. Some lower-ranking Lords, such as El-Melloi, were actually inferior to certain Magecraft Families.

But there were indeed transcendent figures among the Lords, such as the leading families of the three major factions, and Animusphere.

Although Bartholomew led the Aristocratic Faction, no one doubted Animusphere's strength. The Celestial Department had remained hidden for so long that no one knew just how powerful it truly was.

Moreover, the Lord before them was The Fool—the legendary Progenitor of Dead Apostles, a monster in every sense of the word. With his power alone, he could easily wipe out an entire nation.

It was not only Orlock. Even someone as proud as Luviagelita could no longer maintain her arrogance. Before that Lord, neither she nor Edelfelt was worth mentioning.

Everyone was now wondering why Lord Animusphere had appeared here. The Abhscion Family had indeed once pledged itself to Animusphere, but that was all. How could such a trivial matter as an heir bring a Lord here in person?

Unlike Lord El-Melloi II, every move Lord Animusphere made could stir up a new storm within the Clock Tower.

Lord El-Melloi II merely trembled, not daring to look at that Lord's face. His heart was filled with fear, a fear that rose from within and nearly swallowed his mind whole.

He could not help thinking of the Holy Grail War ten years later. That pillar of light reaching from heaven to earth had swallowed everything, and his friend had vanished along with it, yet he could do nothing.

Ten years later, he could do nothing. Ten years earlier, he still could do nothing.

Because neither he nor those around him had ever worried about time,