Among these women, the one in a sacred white robe, with raven-black hair and pale blue eyes, was the White Saintess, Katarina.
She looked around, then said quietly, "We'll wait just five minutes. If they don't arrive within five minutes, we leave."
The cloaked women behind her, their hoods raised, all nodded.
Just then, footsteps rang out.
A figure emerged from the depths of the cemetery. He, too, wore a cloak with the hood raised, and a mask covered his face.
Katarina glanced at him and knew he was a Beyonder, but only a Sequence 9 or Sequence 8-not even a Pyromaniac.
Just like the lackey who had previously run errands for that demigod of the Iron and Blood Cross Order.
"Where is Dean Wengris?" Katarina asked, her expression slightly grim.
The Sequence 9 Hunter silently walked aside and took a mirror from behind a row of cabinets.
He placed the mirror in front of the White Saintess, Katarina, then took a lump of black, paste-like substance from his pocket in full view of the Demonesses and smeared it over the mirror.
An eerie glow immediately spread across the mirror's surface, and an image appeared within it.
Katarina first saw Trissy, who wore a black dress and had a rather round, sweet-looking face.
Then she saw Dean Wengris, the demigod of the Iron and Blood Cross Order.
Katarina's gaze lingered on Trissy before she turned to Dean Wengris.
"This isn't quite the negotiation I imagined."
In the mirror, Dean Wengris chuckled. "Rest assured, we're nearby. We can reach you at any moment."
"It's just that, to be cautious..."
"I'd like to see whether you've brought what I want first."
Katarina gave a smile that was both innocent and alluring. "You're being a little too cautious, Mr. Dean. Since we agreed