On a puppet stage, a group of finger-sized puppets rested idly. 0

Then, translucent strings flew toward each one, and soon after, they began moving one by one. 0

“Nice, it’s working. Should we start with roll call?” one of the finger-sized puppets playfully suggested. It resembled Tuner. 0

The next to speak was a puppet that had been still until Tuner spoke—the one modeled after Apostate. “Cut the nonsense and get to the point,” he said sharply.0

“Why is he always so mad…”0

Grumbling in dissatisfaction, Tuner glanced around at the other puppets. Among them, there were those that had no distinguishing features at all, unlike the ones resembling their original identities. 0

Curious, Tuner asked, “Is it Succession and Offering that are joining us this time?” 0

“That’s correct.” 0

“Yes.” 0

Hearing the calm responses of the two nondescript puppets, Tuner smiled faintly, imagining the leaders of Watchers who were controlling them from afar.0

“The participation’s lower than I expected. I thought this was going to be a pretty big meeting.” 0

“The others are busy preparing for their own matters. Aren’t you guys also quite busy nowadays?” questioned the Succession representative. 0

Shooting them a dissatisfied look, Tuner put his hands on his hips and responded, “Ahem. I’m not here as a Watcher this time, but as one of the Ten Evils. Let’s try to keep these two different.” 0

“I shouldn’t have even bothered coming…” muttered Succession’s representative irritably, rubbing their temples as if they were dealing with a headache. 0

Seeing that,...0