In a space seemingly constructed entirely of shadows, a mature, husky, yet melodious female voice resonated.
"Henceforth, I shall lead you all in the purging of Western adventurers."
"... You seem to be getting ahead of yourself, Nine."
Nerilia's visage gradually materialized from the darkness. "While you've secured this crucial mission for us, it doesn't entitle you to command us."
"Is that so?" The wheelchair-bound girl tilted her head slightly, smiling at those before her. "What say you, Lord Crow?"
"Your blazing ambition is all too apparent, Nine," Crow's impassive voice emanated from the heart of the shadowy realm. "Though your talent and aptitude are universally acknowledged, you've yet to prove yourself worthy."
Upon hearing Crow's response, Nine sighed with a hint of disappointment.
"How regrettable. I had thought that after our last discourse, you would have recognized the disparity between us."
