Lennok, feeling uncomfortable, lightly scratched his cheek, and Velber shook his head, displaying an expression of incredulity.
“No, it’s just unbelievable that you can detect and analyze magical manipulation happening at such a fast pace from that distance.” Velber commented.
“We might have a rough idea of how to manipulate mana from experience, but it’s not the same for Van.”
“Exactly. I thought he had no interest in anything that involves hitting and smashing…” Dray chimed in.
Upon hearing Dray’s observation, Lennok couldn’t help but chuckle. In truth, he had never revealed his limited physical coordination and vulnerability in close combat situations.
Lennok was meticulous in his approach to battle, always meticulously planning his strategies and positioning for victory before engaging in any conflict.
His mastery lay in capitalizing on his strengths while concealing his weaknesses, resulting in battles that seldom involved close combat, where he appeared invulnerable.
Nonetheless, there were those who discerned that Lennok had an aversion to physical exertion, even though he never openly displayed such a preference. Over time, they subconsciously picked up on these tendencies through their collaborative efforts.
“Well, it’s not like I’m not interested in physical combat… But right now, there are more important things to take care of.” Lennok stated, his gaze fixed upon an object resting on his desk.
Woong woong woong…
Before him sat a crystal sphere infused with swirling blue magic—a magic core emitting a gentle, self-sustained warmth.
This was the very magic core that Killian had pilfered from Dyke Corporation’s factory site, initially targeted by the Cartel’s execution squad and subsequently obtained by Lennok.
Since then, Lennok had dedicated himself to the task of stabilizing this volatile magic core. Jenny had temporarily arranged this office space for him, asserting that the company’s CEO required a private workspace for handling such tasks.
‘The stabilization is almost complete.’
His decision to retrieve the magic core had not been in vain. While Lennok’s mana recovery rate outstripped that of most other wizards, his raw mana was not exceptionally high, considering his peers.
It was absurd to think that someone with just over two years of magical experience could match the innate capacity and accumulated strength of seasoned wizards. Yet, this deficiency in basic mana occasionally posed challenges for Lennok.
For instance, he required extended periods to cast spells after deploying a Domain due to the substantial mana consumption. Additionally, his limited magical energy prevented him from employing potent spells he might have otherwise wielded.
While he had been cautious with significant magical expenditures to avert critical crises, Lennok aspired to eliminate hindrances in critical moments. At least until his mana surpassed that of his peers by a significant margin.
‘Considering the rate at which my mana is growing, I may not require this for long. But for now, it will be of substantial assistance.’
Wiiiing…
Lennok channeled his mana into the core, meticulously circulating its internal circuits.
In essence, a magic core harnessed the intense heat generated during the breakdown and reassembly of magic particles within itself as a power source.
The primary reason these cores were deemed efficient yet unstable energy sources was their susceptibility to external disturbances during the particle breakdown process, leading to uncontrollable heat generation.
Consequently, Lennok aimed to reduce the heat conversion process to minimize risk. He had created an external circulation pathway by substituting the reassembling mana particles with his own, effectively endowing him with an additional reserve of mana exclusive to him.
In practical terms, this meant he could temporarily execute potent spells exceeding his current magical capacity.
As Lennok concentrated on the magic core, a vigorous knock echoed on his door.
“Come in.”
“Van!!”
Jenny burst into the room, panting and drenched in sweat, having rushed to the rooftop of this three-story building. It was evident she lacked the physical conditioning Lennok possessed.
“What’s the matter?”
Rather than responding verbally, Jenny handed over a laptop she had been clutching to Lennok.
“Cartel is on the move. It’s big.”
“…”
Lennok perused the email displayed on the laptop screen, and a hollow chuckle escaped his lips.
He had been anticipating some form of reaction after handing over Girard Ojette, but this development had caught him off guard.
“An executive meeting convened under the chairman’s authority…”
“Look at the names invited here, not just the fact that it’s a meeting.”
Beneath the roster of executive names, Van’s name was prominently featured. Given the circumstances, there was no room for error or misunderstanding in the list of attendees. This could only mean one thing—
“A direct invitation from the chairman.”
The sparring came to a sudden halt, and a hushed discussion erupted among those gathered in Lennok’s office.
“It looks too dangerous.” Dray voiced her concern.
“An executive meeting. In other words, almost certainly, the entire board of directors including the chairman will be convened, along with senior executives.”
“…”
“If they have set a trap, there’s no guarantee Van can escape on his own.”
“The location of the meeting doesn’t necessarily suggest that.” Velita countered.
“A large convention hall in District 32, connected to a sports stadium, capable of accommodating 80,000 people, and crucially, it has an open-sky architectural structure.”
“The meeting is just three days away. It would be too overwhelming in terms of time and scale to set traps in such a wide area…”
Kilian’s observation prompted nods of agreement from the group.
“If they rented the entire stadium, the cost would be enormous. I can’t believe Cartel would spend so much money on a futile effort… Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Lennok ignored Velber’s comment, sinking into deep contemplation.
The Demonic Eye left behind by Eolara still resided in Lennok’s possession. In essence, she had taken custody of Girard on Virgil’s behalf, putting her own life at risk as collateral.
This, then, must be Virgil’s response to Lennok’s negotiation proposal…
“Let’s sort out the issues we need to consider first.”
Meanwhile, Jenny took charge of organizing the situation.
“Olivera Ron Maize. Everyone knows the name, but it’s been decades since this name was directly mentioned in Cartel’s documents.”
“…”
“Despite agreeing to a smooth negotiation with Virgil in exchange for evidence of the traitor within Cartel and Girard’s custody, if this is their response… It’s safe to assume the chairman’s will is involved.”
A heavy silence enveloped the room.
The weight of that name was palpable to all present.
Lennok was acutely aware of Olivera Ron Maize, Cartel’s chairman.
Officially active half a century ago, she had retired indefinitely decades ago, having already surpassed the hierarchy of her time as a wizard.
A titan who had largely refrained from visible involvement in Cartel’s management activities, only occasionally hinting at her continued existence, was now resuming official duties—this was no coincidence.
‘Back to the chairman…’
This development was not entirely unexpected.
If internal strife within Cartel had reached its highest echelons, it was a situation that could only be resolved with the direct intervention of the chairman.
However, Lennok had hoped that Virgil would divert the chairman’s attention away from him and Jenny’s business, but it appeared that their plans were not unfolding as expected.
The inevitable reality had to be confronted.
“If invited, I should accept.”
“Are you sure?” Dray inquired, to which Lennok offered a wry smile.
“If they wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t make such a grand gesture… As Velita said, if it’s in the middle of District 32, civilians will inevitably be involved. She can’t be unaware of that.”
A level 6 wizard. The state of the factory site where Lennok had clashed with Avid was widely known—a site brutally and mercilessly decimated, spanning hundreds of meters.
If that was the extent of the destruction wrought by a battle between level 6 high wizards, one could only imagine the effective range of a sorcerer who had evidently ascended to a higher plane.
“Not only agents but all sorts of monsters within the city administration will be thoroughly checked. It’s an exaggeration to say her real body would appear there.”
Lennok adjusted the laptop slightly as he continued.
“Technically, this is a ceremonial act to publicly disclose the process of purging internal traitors within Cartel.”
“…”
“Was there an internal decision that it’s impossible to hide such a big event? But calling me to it…”
Lennok was confident that he could escape on his own if anything were to go awry.
The opportunity he had gained after consuming Yakson’s medicine, the internal transformations, and the development of the Domain—all factors contributing to his abilities.
Furthermore, the energy source—the magic core—he had acquired after defeating Cartel’s execution squad.
If Olivera did indeed appear with the intent to eliminate Lennok, both Evelyn and Antares would come to his aid.
It was not an exaggeration to say that Lennok, who was not easily ensnared in a trap, had little to fear.
The others nodded in agreement with Lennok’s resolute statement.
Everyone gathered in that room had either worked alongside Lennok or had firsthand experience of his exceptional wizardry from the opposing side.
His extraordinarily rapid growth and his keen judgment.
His unique intuition, which had never faltered in countless encounters, was acknowledged by all.
“If Van says so.”
Jenny shrugged her shoulders silently, her demeanor displaying a calm resolve, as if she had anticipated this turn of events from the beginning.
“We’ve only started working together for a month, and already things have escalated this much.”
Kilian sighed, and Dray nodded in agreement.
“To conclusively end our confrontation with Cartel, the most certain way is to convey our intentions directly to them. I understand.”
“Do we just need to relay the message to the chief?” Velber inquired, and Lennok nodded.
“Yes. I want to make a request to Antares. I’ve already received a firm answer before, but this might be the last event that concludes our dealings with Cartel.”
The optimal outcome would be to bring this chapter to a close without unnecessarily depleting their resources, particularly now that Jenny’s venture had demonstrated significant potential. There was no need to force a decisive confrontation with Cartel at this juncture.
However, what would be the cost of the bloodshed and sacrifices made thus far? Lennok had already upheld his end of the bargain by exposing the traitor within Cartel.
Now, it was time for Cartel’s leadership to respond directly.
***
District 32. Elements Stadium.
A beloved sports team in the 30s districts had recently completed the construction of a new stadium, thanks to fervent support from fans. It had swiftly become a distinctive landmark in the area, boasting various facilities for conventions and large-scale performances, contributing significantly to community services.
The news that this stadium, a source of pride for the District 32 residents, was temporarily closed for a day barely made headlines.
For civilians, there was no reason to suspect the tension and ominous shadows that loomed over this place.
Nevertheless, the full might of the great city’s powers converged on the stadium for the day.
Cartel’s executive gathering.
The significance of this massive assembly, summoned by Cartel’s chairman in her own name for the first time in decades, was not lost on anyone.
-The agreement with the police chiefs of Districts 32, 30, and 35 is finalized. From now on, we’ll introduce variables to all traffic signals near the stadium for half a day. The frequency of civilian vehicles within a 3 km radius will be significantly reduced.
“Understood. We’re almost ready on our end.”
Hina O’Neil, a member of the intelligence division of the agents, responded through her earpiece and swiftly tapped on her phone.
Even for the agents, whose workload had been escalating, ignoring this event was not an option.
Severely understaffed, even office personnel had ventured out to assist in establishing a defensive perimeter near the stadium.
“The world has gone mad…”
Cartel, a dominant force in the underworld and one of the Tri-heads, had not made such a substantial move in years.
No one could have fathomed that this colossal corporate alliance would rent an entire stadium for a meeting.
-Direct documents have come from the city council. You know what this means, right? Headquarters thinks it’s unlikely the chairman will show up, but if she does, we’ll have to intervene.
“…Can we really stop them? They are one of the Tri-heads.”
-The objective is to delay. If she appears, Team Leader Marcia and other high-level wizards will immediately cast a containment spell.
“…”
-Let us hope that they conclude their discussions peacefully.
“It doesn’t seem likely, though…”
Hina muttered, her fingers idly tracing the sword at her side.
The agents and the city government had not obstructed Cartel’s decision to rent the stadium, but it was not without reason.
It was considered wiser to directly monitor the uncontrollable behemoth that was Cartel rather than allowing them to plot in undisclosed locations.
Cartel must have been aware of this, too.
Could it be that they had been playing into Cartel’s hands from the outset?
-The meeting is commencing. Stay focused.
As the stern voice resounded, Hina and the other agents redirected their attention to the cameras inside the stadium.
A sports stadium capable of accommodating tens of thousands.
The grass had been removed using adaptable equipment, replaced by a sleek stone floor, transforming it into a convention hall fit for VIPs.
Although the stadium’s capacity of 80,000 was insufficient to house all of Cartel’s members, it was more than ample for executives and their entourages.
Executives from affiliated businesses, heads of various subsidiaries, corporate officers, department heads, and top-level executives filled the vast hall.
Thousands of attendants were stationed outside the main hall.
And there, on the expansive stage of the grand hall, stood four men and women—the high-ranking executives who held sway over Cartel’s sprawling organization.
-I doubted it, but all the presidents are present. In that case, maybe… Hina, be prepared.”
“…”
Hina O’Neil, are you listening?
As the resolute voice continued through her communication device, Hina, slightly dazed, gazed down at the screen. The sight of a young man slowly approaching the hall was all too familiar to her eyes.