Chapter 521 is very interesting
Karasuma Renya was tempted, but at this moment, reason prevailed over desire.
Bertrand looked at the card in his hand, waved it, and looked up at Asti, "So, is it true that only witches can use curses?"
Asti shook his head upon hearing this, "Ordinary people can also use it, but it comes at a huge price, a price that no one can bear."
"Even I, as a magician, wouldn't dare to try it lightly."
Asti shoved the heavy book back into his cloak, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
“Oh…” Bertrand glanced at the card, looking thoughtful.
"So we weren't talking about the cards?" Under the hood, Asti raised an eyebrow slightly, bringing the topic back on track.
“Oh right.” Bertrand’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Asti meaningfully. “Is it difficult for you to enchant a card?”
Asti paused for a moment, then answered confidently, "I can't do it!"
Karasuma Renya: "..."
Bertrand shrugged. "Alright, then there's nothing more for you to do. You can go back now."
"Oh." Asti shrugged and turned away with a flourish.
Back on the sofa, Bertrand, Gin, and Vermouth worked together to develop a detailed plan for their collaboration with the church.
Stretching, Bertrand slumped back on the sofa. "Alright, that's about enough. Let's leave it at that for now. Anyway, sometimes plans can't keep up with changes."
Vermouth couldn't help but chuckle. "So, what we need to do next is to get M to come out?"
"No, not yet, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Bertrand said with a yawn and his eyes closed.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded.
...
On a secluded island.
Inside the church.
Morataya gathered Yuna and the others together and talked about the same thing: 'cooperation'.
"The Black Organization? Are they the ones who are competing with us for the Wendy Mode fragments?"
Inside the conference room, several men and women dressed in nun's or monk's robes sat around the conference table.
Because she wasn't wearing a hood, Liz's dazzling blonde hair fell to the air. A hint of interest flashed in her emerald green eyes, and she raised an eyebrow, her tone seemingly containing a touch of disdain—the disdain of the Black Organization—"That organization is so weak, why would the Witch choose to cooperate with them?"
Seated in the head seat, Morataya smiled slightly, her eyes lifting slightly. "Why? Because it looks very interesting."
Liz paused for a moment, then a knowing smile appeared on her lips. "I see. Since the Witch wants to play, then Liz will definitely support her."
Yuna, standing to the side, wore her usual gentle smile and nodded slightly in agreement.
The others in the meeting room naturally agreed.
Although they came to the meeting room under the guise of discussion, it was actually just a notification given to them unilaterally by Morataya.
After all, given the extent to which they had brainwashed themselves, even if Morataya made an even more bizarre decision, they would only follow that one decision.
Seeing this, Morataya smiled slightly with satisfaction.
Just then, someone knocked on the conference room door, and a respectful female voice came in the next second.
“Your Grace, Jennifer, a follower of my Lord, has something to report to you.”
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