A month later.
The Dark Alliance, the Black Lion Kingdom, the Dark Church.
In an office high up in the church headquarters, documents covered the desk. The gentle glow of a magic lamp illuminated an indifferent face.
"Enter."
The person outside pushed the door open, walked in, and dropped to one knee.
"My lord, Lady A Luo Liya's death has been confirmed."
Klemerson looked up from the documents he was processing.
He was the leader of the Fallen Angels who had descended upon the Yulan Continent.
"Give me the details."
"Yes."
The kneeling man lowered his head and spoke at a steady pace.
"Our scouts reported fluctuations from a Saint-level battle near Sea Tide Town in O'Brien's northern frontier two months ago. By the time the Saint guarding the northern frontier arrived, the battlefield was empty, with no trace of any combatants. However, black feathers were found at the scene-"
He paused.
"We can confirm that Lady A Luo Liya assumed her Fallen Angel form. Then she was defeated."
Klemerson set down his quill.
"Hmph."
He gave a cold laugh.
"She was told to lie low at the border and focus on gathering exceptionally gifted children. Instead, she insisted on devouring those weak insects. Did she really think no one would do anything? Now a powerful opponent caught her attention. She deserved to die."
He waved a hand.
"Forget it. Leave her be. Send someone else to take over her work. Tell the replacement that concealment comes first. No trouble."
"Yes."
The kneeling man hesitated, then asked, "My lord, about that shipment within O'Brien territory..."
"Proceed." Klemerson turned his gaze toward the window, beyond which lay the bustling streets of the Black Lion Kingdom. "A Luo Liya is dead, and that's that. Don't let it affect the shipment. That is..."