"What an impressive feat!" Circe gave a cold laugh, her tone laced with mockery.
"Morgana, I hope you really keep your promise and lead us to a great victory! Wipe out those irritating bugs!"
Morgana le Fay lifted her chin and cast a sidelong glance at the other woman, a faint look of disdain and pride rippling across her face. "Of course I will..."
Before she could finish, she turned slightly, her gaze passing straight over Circe and fixing on the open door farther away.
Noticing Morgana le Fay's change in movement, Circe turned as well and looked toward the open door.
Heavy panting and disordered footsteps sounded, drawing nearer.
A balding man in a purple robe stumbled into the room. Every step he took made his thick, layered chin wobble several times.
Everyone present recognized the balding man—Gregory, the sycophant and Potions master from Richard I's reign.
After Gregory was captured during the operation in Sweden, the Isaiah Society ultimately rescued him from prison.
To get out, he had paid a considerable price. His standing within the Isaiah Society had fallen again and again, and petty tasks like preparing magical materials and monitoring the sea were now left for him to handle personally.
Just like these past two days: after delivering the magical materials Morgana le Fay needed, he was immediately assigned to surveillance duty. He had not even had time to sleep and had spent the entire night at sea.
"Gregory, for you to be here..." Circe wore a smile, her bright eyes seeming to anticipate something. "Could it be that those irritating bugs noticed something?"
"Yes! Yes!" Gregory stopped, panting so hard he could barely catch his breath, the flesh all over his body trembling.
"I ran into... ran into Vinda Rosier! She... she found us! Everyone