"The core members of the White Dove Tower were basically wiped out in this battle. Even if this secret society doesn't disband, it will be nothing more than a hollow shell from now on."
Alevia said with a smile.
The two walked along a tree-lined path.
Perhaps because of the White Dove Tower's destruction, White Gull was in a good mood; the corners of her lips remained slightly raised.
"Gilan, what are we doing next?"
Alevia gently turned her head and asked the violet-eyed young man beside her.
"You should return to the Bremen Empire first. We'll discuss the next arrangements after I've dealt with matters here."
Gilan glanced at her and spoke softly.
Alevia froze.
"You don't need my help?"
"No." Gilan shook his head. "I didn't come to the Federation solely to deal with the three major secret societies. I also wanted to use this opportunity to draw out the Federation's high-end combatants... There's a good chance I'll face Ascendants, or even Apostles and beings of that level. You can't help in a battle like that."
"I understand."
Alevia sighed inwardly and nodded obediently.
She knew that, with her strength at only Tier 4, she would likely only hold Gilan back.
Gilan stopped walking.
With no one around, he flicked a finger.
Crackle!
A silver arc of electricity leaped from his fingertips and landed on the ground before them, forming a small alchemy array roughly one meter in diameter.
"Step onto it." Gilan tilted his chin toward it. "The alchemy array will teleport you directly back to Muse City, the capital of the Bremen Empire... My secretary, Miss Maive Matilier, should be waiting in the office."
"Alright," Alevia said.
She lifted the hem of her dress, gave Gilan a curtsy, then obediently stepped onto the alchemy array.
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