In another building, a white-haired lady sat in a chair, sipping coffee.
Five individuals stood around her—three men and two women.
"Don't target Ray and Mark anymore," Zeref instructed them. "You'll only lower your chances of getting into the top 200 that way."
None of the five objected; they simply nodded lightly.
"Alright, you're free to go and eliminate as many as you can," she continued. "I just can't wait to have another battle with him."
The five still nodded lightly.
"Now, go!" Zeref commanded, and hearing her, the three men and two women immediately left the building.
"Ray Wiser... I can't wait to meet you in real life," she muttered as she drank her tea.
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