After confirming the identity of the approaching shadow, Libra laughed derisively. "Ha! Just how many lives do you have, Scorpio?"

Selina, the Witch of Greed, had a pale complexion as she responded, "There’s… no need… for me to tell you. I don't think so. Don't worry about useless things, you cultist." She glared sharply and sat next to Galak.

"You look even worse than when you were done in by Marsen’s heart sword,” Galak remarked.

"That's... The Holy Sword is anathema to witches. That and the soul that got done in by the heart sword hasn’t healed yet." Despite her condition, Selina smiled playfully. "I really thought I was going to die this time. Uhuhuhuhu."

Galak grinned and brought out ‘The Prophecy of the Holy Tribe’ from his pocket. He asked, "Is this the last of the preparations we need to summon the Demon King, aside from ‘The End of the Holy Tribe’? Did you learn the whereabouts of the magician who used the magic of the Demon King summons that you felt two years ago?"

Libra shook his head. "No, not yet, because of interference from the Big Mama Information Agency. But I picked up a clue. You'll find out soon.”

Galak spoke leisurely. "But it’s a relief that there might be a copy left, right?”

"If you had taken good care of the Demon King's summons in the first place,...