Morgana le Fay knew that her end was near, but no matter how much regret she felt, that was her own business. She would never allow Wizet to pass judgment on her mistakes.
Yet when it came to "my lord," she could not find any compelling grounds for rebuttal. So she simply turned her hostility around and poured it directly onto Wizet.
"Limitations? When 'my lord' descends, you'll naturally find out whether He has any limitations!" Her brows arched sharply, her voice steeped in venom. "And as for you!"
Her voice suddenly became shrill, the hatred in her tone almost tangible. "You're nothing but an inferior being riddled with flaws! What right do you have to speak of my lord? Utterly foolish! Absolutely laughable!"
Hearing Morgana le Fay's remarks, Wizet pressed his lips together, holding back the smile that threatened to appear.
As an early medieval witch, Morgana le Fay must have relied on some extraordinary means to survive until now.
The first such "extraordinary means" that came to Wizet's mind was a Horcrux.
If she had used magical items such as the Philosopher's Stone to prolong her life, her body should have shown its true signs of aging. Morgana le Fay looked at least middle-aged, which made the matter all the more intriguing.
Moreover, Morgana le Fay had been right before his eyes, controlled by his magic, yet she had still been sacrificed...
She had not left the Paris Region, yet the Isaiah Society had sacrificed her. Based on his understanding of Ritual Magic, accomplishing that would inevitably require an object connected to one's own soul—and a Horcrux happened to meet that requirement.
Putting all this together, Wizet inferred that the Isaiah Society had first sacrificed the fragment of Morgana le Fay's soul sealed inside a Horcrux, using it