Half a day later, Silvertown.
In an ancient three-story residential building, Lamia was sitting bored at a table, pouring herself a drink she had casually taken from the wine cellar.
Behind her, men and women with vacant expressions wandered aimlessly around the room, while others sat against the wall on the ground, staring in a certain direction, both crying and laughing.
Under the influence of the "Chaos" authority's power, these low-level followers of the Blood Moon Cult had all become completely mentally disordered fools.
She waited for a while and finally felt a response from the Great Witch's Credential, immediately responding with her magic power.
Swirling fog transported her to a familiar space, where, apart from Abigail, who was maintaining the spell, only Aiden was present.
"How is the progress?" Aiden asked.
