Vlad Tepes, known as Count Dracula, raised his hand, his sharp nails looking like knives glistening with black enamel. His actions drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Grindelwald looked at the vampire and asked in a polite tone. "Do you wish to ask Count?"
"Yes." The man's voice was serious and regal, worthy of the Monarch of All the World's Vampires.
"The consequences if your plan goes wrong are simply something that no one present in this room can ignore, Lord Grindelwald." The Vampire King spoke, and his words contained a very astute political precision, for he wasn't just speaking for himself, but everyone in the place. It was a very clever way of gaining morale against his opponent.
Grindelwald's smile remained the same, his silver eyes staring at the vampire with a slightly colder gaze than they normally did. However, Grindelwald's actions surprised everyone. The man raised his arm and gestured towards an empty space.
"If you feel afraid, the Count can leave at any time, I'm not holding anyone against their will, you're all free to do as you please." Grindelwald's voice spread to everyone, causing countless wizards to glare at the vampire.
This condescending attitude was something that all humans used when talking to other intelligent magical species. Human arrogance knows no bounds, especially in a world ruled by humans since mythological times. This contempt for any other race was ingrained in the blood of every wizard or witch.
Vlad Tepes, as if accustomed to suffering prejudice and discrimination, remained indifferent as he lowered his hand and sat elegantly in his chair. The other two Special Grade beings, Ranrok VIII and William Corvinus, also remained indifferent in the face of hostile looks from almost the entire population of wizards and witches present.
Both monarchs were used to human prejudice, it was almost as if they didn't care about the stares of the humans present.
"Don't you think it's funny? The First Magical World War was started by this kind of mentality. In the end, Rome fell and the Gods on both sides died for the most part." Herpo, standing next to Asterion, commented in an amused tone, watching the whole show with a sadistic eye.
"Can you please stop talking so friendly to me? We're not friends." Turning to Herpo, Asterion spoke with a tone full of indifference and calm.
Herpo pretended to be hurt by Asterion's cold words and spoke with a smile on his lips. "Your words hurt me, Lord Black, I thought we'd be friends by now."
Asterion just sneered at the man's extremely realistic acting, anyone could be fooled by that level of acting, but he knew the man, how could he trust the words out of his mouth? Of the words that came out of his mouth, 90% were lies and the remaining 10% was subtle manipulation. How could he be friends with such a man, he was simply afraid that when he turned around, Herpo would plunge a knife into his back without any hesitation.
"Friend? If I had a friend like you, I wouldn't need enemies." Asterion commented with a sarcastic tone, without hiding the disdain he felt for the man.
Suddenly, everyone stopped and looked to the south, they saw a huge white fireball tearing through the sky like a comet, leaving a white trail behind it. The whole temperature of the place immediately rose rapidly.
Knowing he had arrived, Grindelwald smiled like a child and waved friendly to the old man in the sky, surrounded by white flames. He had a long white beard and wore a beautifully intricate blue robe with silver and gold details.
"Albus, I thought you weren't coming because you were at war." Grindelwald greeted the man with a gentle smile on his lips.
"How could I not come? Even if I think it's impossible, I still want to see your decades-old plan." Albus spoke as his feet touched the ground, the man's pale blue eyes staring at Grindelwald with a look full of complex emotions.
"Huh?" Herpo noticed something unusual in the exchange of glances and asked the boy next to him. "Were they a couple?"
"Yes." Asterion saw no point in lying and spoke directly.
"It even looks like we're in a book written by a woman who enjoys such acts." Herpo commented with an amused tone, the idea of Grindelwald and Dumbledore being lovers was really something difficult to associate with in the first place. Anyone would never have thought that the two of them had ever had that kind of relationship.
After all, it was a Dark Lord and a Light Lord, both of whom were supposed to be incompatible. Don't say dating, even being friends was hard to associate with, let alone in such a relationship.
Asterion pursed his lips, remembering that he really was in a world written by a woman...
Looking at the three-meter-diameter Sephirot, Dumbledore sighed in admiration, but his gaze was incredibly dignified, if anything happened, this entire newly discovered continent would be destroyed, something he didn't want after discovering how many resources it possessed.
"Isn't it possible to change locations?" Dumbledore asked, trying to prevent this continent from being destroyed.
Grindelwald shook his head and denied it. "Impossible, Albus. Avalon is the center of the planet's Ley Lines, this location is perfect for the ritual I'm about to perform."
He wasn't lying, just as Avalon had once been used for the same purpose, he would use this continent as the core of the entire magical ritual. Dumbledore let out a helpless sigh and walked towards the throne, taking a seat next to Herpo.
He wouldn't stop Grindelwald even if he could. That summer, it had also been his plan, which he had orchestrated together with Grindelwald when they were young.
What if it worked?
The world would be free of Cursed Spirits and the wizarding population could grow much faster, bringing a prosperous period to the entire wizarding civilization.
Unfortunately, the consequences were just as great, but it was worth the risk in view of the great rewards if the plan worked.
Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the man next to him, a curious look shining in his eyes. He had never seen this Special Grade Wizard before and from the traditional Greek clothes, it seemed that Greece had recently gained a Special Grade Wizard.
"Make no mistake, Dumbledore, this man is Herpo's real body. I destroyed his Horcrux in the Principality of Andorra." Asterion spoke at that moment, making the friendly look in Dumbledore's eyes disappear as quickly as it had appeared.
Even sitting between two enemies, Herpo seemed completely calm and even had an amused smile on his lips, finding the whole situation extremely funny.
Giving his enemy a cold stare, Dumbledore looked at Asterion and spoke with a satisfied smile. "Rose killed Philip de Bourbon in Calais. With that, we can advance on two fronts, putting even more pressure on France."
A glint of surprise reflected in Asterion's eye, he hadn't expected his fiancée to kill a Special Grade Wizard, especially the man who had ambushed him along with Herpo and others.
"Poor Philip, his body was a good receptacle." Herpo commented, listening to Asterion and Dumbledore's conversation. His expression was one of regret and sadness, making Asterion and Dumbledore shiver at the man's words.
"Necrophile, you should keep your private hobbies to your room." Asterion showed an expression full of disgust at Herpo's sexuality. Dumbledore also showed an expression of disgust, watching Herpo.
Seeing the looks on both wizards' faces, Herpo's face darkened almost immediately, even though he knew that Asterion's words were only meant to irritate him, he still couldn't help but become agitated and angry at hearing such insulting words towards him.
"I really don't like you, Asterion. Children in my time respected the sages of ancient Greece." Herpo commented with a slightly cold and indifferent tone.
"The feeling of dislike is mutual, Herpo." Asterion replied without hesitation.
The man shrugged and focused on Grindelwald, the man was personally finishing the touches on the pentagram. A huge pentagram that covered an area of a hundred meters. Pillars full of ancient runes stood at the ends of the pentagram.
Herpo discovered that the runes were the work of someone he had known.
"Ignotus Peverell." Herpo muttered to himself, remembering the shy, antisocial man. Who would have thought that a man like that had done one of the most blasphemous acts of his time.
And the same act was about to happen again, but this time, it wouldn't be a friendly conversation.
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Next Chapter of the Third Volume: Chapter 252 - The Blasphemy (2), Chapter 253 - The Blasphemy (3), Chapter 254 - The Blasphemy (4), Chapter 255 - The Blasphemy (5), Chapter 256 - Change in the Wizarding World (1), Chapter 257 - Change in the Wizarding World (2), Chapter 258 - Change in the Wizarding World (3), Chapter 259 - Change in the Wizarding World (4), Chapter 260 - Attack of the City of Marseille (1), Chapter 261 - Attack of the City of Marseille (2), Chapter 262 - Attack of the City of Marseille (3), Chapter 263 - Attack of the City of Marseille (4), Chapter 264 - Attack of the City of Marseille (5), Chapter 265 - Attack of the City of Marseille (6), Chapter 266 - Revealing Magic to the World (I), Chapter 267 - Revealing Magic to the World (II), Chapter 268 - Revealing Magic to the World (III), Chapter 269 - Awakening of the Gods (I), Chapter 270 - Awakening of the Gods (II).