The Witch's Might

Silence engulfs the entirety of the room as the five of them stares at the lady who just arrives, with the only thing they can hear being the steps said lady is taking, something that should've been impossible to hear given the power and control their body has with their current strength, meaning that it is deliberate on this lady's part.

"Not everyone is here, don't forget that…" the lady who was mocking the witch previously said with an obvious tone of grievance apparent in her voice, her words making the lady arguing with the saber-wielding man to nod in agreement, and even the arrogant-looking young man along with the young man enjoying his meal nod at her words.

Hearing this, the devastatingly beautiful witch couldn't help but feel stunned at the words of this lady, looking at her and her still youthful, bubbly elegance that seems to just stand out from the mature charm everyone in this room is emanating, the witch couldn't help but shake her head in surrender as even she herself agrees with her words.

"You're right, Celestia, not all of us are here… after all, he's…" with such tone of confidence coming from her as she talks, one might doubt whether this beauty is just acting like this to console a clear childish tantrum from the other lady, only for her confidence to drop lower and lower as she reaches the end of her words, feeling like something is stuck in her throat as memories of the past starts flooding her mind.

Seeing her in this state, the saber-wielding man couldn't help but feel incredibly angry and frustrated, his hand clenching into a fist so tight that his nails started digging right into his palm without him noticing, the warm blood flowing from his hand down the ground painting a certain area of the floor red.

"No use in thinking about the past, he will reach this place eventually, after all, while we need to proceed with everything in extreme caution, he doesn't have any of that inhibition at all, after all, while we're scared of everything, he's the only one who isn't afraid of death…" despite his previously established image of being one who thinks highly of himself, the arrogant-looking young man expressed his thought towards someone else with such high regards that should his subordinates see him like this, they will definitely doubt whether this person and their leader truly is the same person.

"Heh, that skill of his made him like a cockroach after all, but what can he do without us? At most, he's a good scout or meat shield but there's all there is to him" taking out a clean white cloth as he sat down as well, the saber-wielding man said as he wipes his armament with the cloth he just took out, the mocking and clear hatred in his tone indicating the fact that he doesn't agree with the words of these other people, people far younger than him.

"Should I remind you how many times that 'cockroach' you are talking about saved you Augustus? Bear in mind that your old bones might have been a decorative piece on the first floor ton of times already had it not been for him" feeling the contempt on the saber-wielding man's voice, the lady mocking him previously speaks once again, this time, she is clearly not just mocking him but rather speaking up for the person they are talking about, a testament to this the fact that she had already taken out a massive scythe almost twice her own size, the menacing blade of this weapon oozing out a thick scent of iron and blood.

"Brat, do you really think you can threaten me by taking out that flashy weapon of yours? I have been studying the art of saber before your father was even born, and you dare speak to me like this? Little yellow girl, I think you should learn some lesson every now and the—" seeing the actions of this lady, the saber-wielding man stood up once again, his steps heavy and his saber ready to be swung anytime as he starts trying to approach the location of the lady as he starts lecturing but was stopped as he felt coldness touching his nape.

"Augustus, you're going a bit too far, aren't you?" looking at the saber-wielding man with a lethargic, almost sleepy gaze, the young man previously just enjoying his food asked, his figure already disappearing from his seat and arriving behind the saber-wielding man with a dagger already pressed on his neck, his movements so fast that even the one they all consider the strongest among the six of them, the witch, has her eyes wide as she couldn't follow his movement at all.

"Jin… who the hell are you to tell me that I am going too far, huh? Kid…" turning his head around to meet the young man's gaze, the saber-wielding man asked with a tone of mocking in his voice, something that the young man answered with a threat as well.

"Is having my blade on your neck not enough of a qualification?" the young man named Jin asked as he drives the sharp edge of his blade a bit harder, making blood flow out Augustus' neck and causing him to grit his teeth as he prepared himself to pay some price to teach these two young people a lesson today.

Before the situation escalates even more though, a heavy pressure descends to immobilize the two of them on their spots, not only the two of them, but the three others in this room instinctively looks towards the black-haired divine beauty who looks quite displeased right now, the five of them knowing that there's no one else other than her that could possibly be the source of this terrifying pressure.

"Are you done with your banters now? Let us start with the purpose of the meeting now…" seeing that the two of them returns to their seats, the witch asked with authority in her tone, making them agree as they felt that she truly grew stronger once again.