Two-hundred thousand supremacist witches fell short of Vaan's ideal number, but he didn't find it surprising. The supremacist witches were selfish and sly, if nothing else. As such, it was actually amazing that he managed to attract two-hundred thousand supremacist witches with his cheap trick.
Perhaps, the overindulgence and unhealthy lifestyle in the capital had led them to become mentally weak and numb to danger.
But then again, what he really attracted was roughly two hundred household matriarchs. The rest of the supremacist witches were just following orders.
Nevertheless, Vaan wouldn't be any less lenient on them because of that.
"Wait! Something is not right—!"
"Too late."
Vaan's eyes shimmered with a cold light before his tyrannical dragon aura exploded outward like the surging tides, assaulting the shores in waves.
