Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

The silver-haired youth touched his gloves:

"From a technical point of view, if the ratio of the chaos stabilizer is adjusted, it is entirely possible to make a version that can be used for a single treatment."

"Although it's more difficult and more costly, I can rely on your expertise."

The lab fell silent again, and the other students all looked at Ron.

Ron didn't answer immediately.

He walked to the window and looked out at the eternal twilight of the city.

After a long while, he finally spoke:
“Herman, you’ve read many history books in the Central Lands Library. Do you know the essence of ‘power’?”

"Is it control?"

“Very insightful, but not accurate enough. In fact, the essence of power is still ‘necessity’.”

Ron turned around:
“When you become an ‘indispensable’ presence for someone else, you possess power.”

"The reason Euphemia failed, besides being neither strong nor smart enough."

"The most fundamental reason is that she never made herself an 'indispensable' one in Twilight City."

He held up the bottle of medicine:
"She thought she could conquer with power, buy with favors, and inspire with ideals."

"But she forgot that power can fade, favors can be forgotten, and ideals can be betrayed."

"Only 'demand' is eternal."

Ron's voice became even lower:
"The addictive nature of this drug was indeed something I deliberately designed."

"Because I want all the vampires who take it to understand one thing—their lives are in my hands."

"Without the threat of force or through mind control."

"Just rely on one simple fact: without me, they will fall back into madness."

“This kind of ‘need’ is more reliable than any oath.”

He looked at Hermann:
"Do you think this is cunning?"

The silver-haired youth remained silent for a moment, then finally shook his head:
"I just need time to understand."

"Try to understand, understand slowly."

Ron put the potion back on the lab table:

"That's how the world is; only interests and needs are the ironclad rules that maintain relationships."

Just then, there was a knock on the laboratory door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Ivy appeared in the doorway:
"Master, Lady Euphemia's condition seems to be really deteriorating."

Ron raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

"She just encountered representatives of several small clans in the corridor, and the mutated features of her right hand have completely gone out of control."

Ivy lowered her voice:

"The hand even began to move on its own—without her command, the fingers grasped at the air, as if searching for prey."

"The whole scene was extremely bizarre, and those representatives were so frightened that they collapsed on the spot."

"The whole of Twilight City is saying that Lady Euphemia is about to completely lose control."

A slight smile appeared on Ron's lips.

Nari's handling was indeed superb.

That state of "partial loss of control" is more terrifying than complete madness.

Because it gives people the illusion that it is "still struggling", it makes onlookers feel both fear and a glimmer of hope.

It is precisely this contradictory emotion that is most capable of undermining a person's rationality.

"very good."

He nodded:

“Tell Euphemia to continue as planned. Tomorrow, let her ‘break down’ again unintentionally in the council chamber.”

"Remember, it has to be a complete breakdown, so that everyone believes she has reached her limit."

"Yes, Master."

Ivy bowed and withdrew.

Ron turned to look at the bottle of medicine on the lab table, a cold glint in his eyes.

The bait has been cast.

Now, we're just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

………………

The top of an abandoned clock tower.

Miller crouched in the shadows, holding a palm-sized metal device in his hand, carefully adjusting the densely packed rune markings on it.

"Captain, is this position really suitable?"

Blake lowered his voice, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily:

"The clock tower is too conspicuous. Although it has been abandoned for a long time, what if someone comes up here..."

"It is precisely because it is abandoned that it is most suitable."

Miller didn't even look up, continuing to adjust the angle of the device:
"Look at this spot."

He pointed to the view outside the clock tower:
"To the north, one can overlook the main road leading to the territory of the 'Ya' clan;
To the east, you can see the steam train tracks that connect Grey Tower Town;

To the south lies the edge of the industrial area of ​​Twilight City;
west……"

He paused:

"To the west are some scattered vampire settlements, where the magical energy fluctuations are most concentrated, and these are also the areas that need the most monitoring."

"Four directions, one device, full coverage."

Camilla walked to the edge of the clock tower, carefully observed the area through a special telescope, and then nodded:

"The captain is right, the location here is indeed impeccable."

"But……"

She frowned.
"It is precisely because it is too perfect that it is easy to arouse suspicion."

"What if the Heart Clan also thinks of this and sends someone to check..."

"They won't."

Miller finally raised his head, his gray stubble appearing particularly rough in the moonlight:
"Because vampires think differently from us."

He stood up and dusted off his knees:

"Vampire nobles are accustomed to using 'strength' and 'bloodline' to solve problems."

In their view, intelligence work is a 'lower means' and not a true source of power.

"Like Ivan, although he has turned many opportunists to his side, he has never truly understood the value of 'information'."

"In their eyes, magic stones and blood crystals are the real wealth."

Those records, archives, and data flows... are merely tools for easier management.

Miller walked to the other side of the clock tower and gestured with his fingers in the air:

"That's why they focus their surveillance on 'people,' monitoring the actions of key figures and eavesdropping on the contents of core meetings."

"But they often overlook the value of 'space' itself."

He turned around and looked at the device that was faintly glowing:

"This [echo node], improved by Associate Professor Silas, adopts an active receiving design."

It neither transmits signals nor stores information; it simply 'listens'.

"Listen to all the magical fluctuations, sound frequencies, and even the subtle changes in airflow within this area."

"Then these raw data are compressed and encoded, and transmitted back to the central processing station in Twilight City via a special frequency band."

Blake was a little confused:
"But most of the information collected this way is just useless noise, right?"

"That's right, 99 percent of it is garbage."

Miller admitted it quite readily:

"But the key lies in that remaining one percent."

He took out a small notebook from his pocket, which was filled with various data:

"For example, when a vampire nobleman travels from his manor to the council chamber, his movement triggers a series of chain reactions:"

The sound of guards' footsteps, the vibrations of carriage wheels, the magical fluctuations unique to vampires in the air…

“These seemingly meaningless ‘noises’ can be combined to reconstruct a complete ‘track’.”

"We know where he went, how long he stayed, and who he met..."

Camilla suddenly realized:
"So, even if we can't infiltrate those core meetings, we can still deduce the general content from these 'trajectories'?"

"clever."

Miller smiled approvingly:
"This is the essence of intelligence work—when you can't directly obtain core information, you piece it together from the peripheral fragments."

"A person's actions are often more honest than his words."

He walked back to the device and did one last check of the rune circuits:
"Alright, this node has been debugged."

"Next is activation."

Miller pulled a piece of Abyss Crystal from his pocket; it was a [low-pollution crystal] refined by Ron.

He carefully opened a small hole at the top of the device and slowly inserted the crystal.

"Om..."

The device emitted a low, rumbling sound.

The rune circuits on the dial began to light up one by one, spreading outwards from the inner circle to the outer circle like ripples.

"Success."

Miller breathed a sigh of relief:

"The battery life at this point is approximately three months."

We'll come back in three months to replenish the Abyss Crystals, or simply replace the equipment with new ones.

"but……"

He looked at Blake and Camilla:

“We need to make sure that no one discovers this thing within these three months.”

"Captain, I have a suggestion."

Camilla suddenly spoke:
"Since this clock tower is already abandoned, why not just make it even more abandoned?"

She pointed to the stairs of the clock tower:

“We can artificially create some ‘dangerous’ illusions.”

For example, place some unstable wooden planks at the bottom of the stairs to make it look like it might collapse at any moment.

"Or create some rumors of 'haunting' at the entrance..."

Miller's eyes lit up:
"good idea!"

"Although vampires are synonymous with 'terror,' they still maintain a sense of awe towards certain supernatural phenomena."

“Especially those low-ranking vampires, if they hear that this place is ‘haunted,’ they will definitely not dare to approach it easily.”

The three of them immediately sprang into action.

Blake tampered with the stairwell to make the planks look precarious;

Camilla used some simple illusions to create eerie sounds and light effects inside the clock tower;

Miller left a simple "misfortune" rune at the entrance. Although its actual effect was negligible, it created a perfectly fitting atmosphere of "being cursed".

Half an hour later, the three reunited at the base of the clock tower.

"Seventh node, complete."

Miller ticked it off in his notebook:
"According to the plan, we also need to deploy two to three nodes in each of the other three cities."

"In this way, the entire area will be covered by an intelligence network, and no large-scale abnormal activity will escape monitoring."

Blake stretched his slightly sore shoulders:

"Captain, where's the next stop?"

Grey Tower Town.

Miller put away his notebook:

“That area is controlled by humans and wizards. Although it is relatively safe, it is also more likely to attract attention.”

"We need to be more cautious."

The three were about to leave when suddenly...

"and many more."

Camilla suddenly raised her hand, signaling everyone to stop.

She closed her eyes, her entire being becoming completely still, blending into her surroundings.

This is her most proficient spell—Ambient Resonance.

By sensing subtle changes in airflow, sound wave frequencies, and even odor molecules, she can "detect" living organisms from thousands of meters away.

A few seconds later, Camilla opened her eyes, her expression grave:
"somebody is coming."

"several?"

Miller immediately went into battle mode.

"Three."

Camilla's quick analysis:
"The two are ordinary vampires with very weak magic fluctuations, probably at the baron level."

"But the third one..."

Her voice was even lower:

"Viscount level, and his aura is very unstable, like... a sign of impending madness."

Miller and Blake exchanged a glance.

Encountering berserk vampires is not uncommon in this border region.

The problem is that if a battle breaks out here, it will likely attract more attention.

The newly deployed echo node will then be exposed.

"withdraw."

Miller decisively gave the order:

"Leave through the west window, use the roof to move, and do not leave any traces on the ground."

The three moved quickly and silently.

Camilla cast [Scent Eradication], erasing all traces they left inside the clock tower;
Miller did one last check on the device to confirm that it had entered a completely invisible "standby mode".

Just as they slid onto the opposite rooftop...

"boom!"

The clock tower's doors were violently kicked open.

Three vampires rushed in; the viscount in the lead had a bluish-purple face and bloodshot eyes.

"Damn it! Damn it! That voice is back!"

He clutched his head and screamed wildly:
"I heard it! Right here! That call! The King's call!"

The two barons who were following him looked at each other, clearly unsure of how to respond.

"Sir, there's nothing here..."

"Shut up!"

The viscount suddenly turned his head, and fangs emerged from his mouth:

"Can't you hear it? That voice! That voice that makes my blood boil!"

His voice grew increasingly frantic, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

The blood vessels under the skin wriggled like earthworms, the bones made a "crackling" sound, and the body was mutating into a more twisted form.

On the opposite rooftop, Miller watched this scene through his binoculars, his brow furrowed.

"Another one."

He whispered:

"The speed at which these vampires went berserk is faster than we expected."

"This world probably won't last much longer."

Blake nodded silently.

They have worked in the Abyss for so many years and have witnessed countless terrifying anomalies.

But the "disease" of the world before them made them feel a deeper anxiety.

It is neither caused by external erosion nor by natural decay.

It's more like... some kind of deliberate "destruction".

Just then, a shrill scream came from inside the clock tower.

The viscount has completely lost control.

His body exploded, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.

But the flesh and blood did not fall to the ground; instead, they reassembled into an even larger and more twisted monster.

The monster had six arms, each wielding a sharp blade that grew from bone.
It has three mouths on its face, each one roaring madly;

The blood wings on its back had completely mutated, turning into a transparent, membranous structure resembling insect wings...

"The final form of berserk..."

Camilla gasped.
"This level is already very close to the earl level."

"Walk."

Miller no longer hesitated:

"Immediately notify Associate Professor Ralph and report the coordinates and target characteristics."

He took out a sophisticated communication device from his pouch:

"This is Miller, calling Associate Professor Ralph."

Miller lowered his voice and quickly reported:
"A high-risk target has been discovered in the abandoned clock tower in the East District. It is a Viscount-level creature that has gone berserk and has completely mutated."

"It is less than ten meters away from the seventh node we deployed, posing a risk of exposure."

Requesting backup!

Ron's voice came through almost without delay and sounded exceptionally clear through the device:

"Received. Keep your distance and don't interfere."

"I will perform a remote 'erasure'."

The red light on the communication device went out.

"Is this okay?"

Camilla looked at the captain in front of her with a puzzled expression.

Yes, even from this distance.

Miller explained, his tone tinged with awe:

"Through the connection established by the [Echo Node], he can also project his perception and some of his power into the area covered by the node."

"It's like sticking your eyes and hands in here."

Inside the clock tower, the monster was still roaring, still destroying, still... searching for something.

"Damn it. Damn it, that voice is back again."

The viscount clutched his head and roared madly:

"I heard it! Right here! That call! The King's call!"

The two vampire barons exchanged glances, one of them cautiously speaking, "My lord, everything here..."

"Shut up!"

The viscount turned his head sharply, his movement so fast that only a blur remained.

He grabbed the baron by the neck and lifted him up.

"Can't you hear it?! That voice! That voice that makes my blood boil!"

It's saying 'come back'.

“'Embrace eternal madness,'” His voice grew increasingly frantic, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

The baron, who was being choked, struggled desperately, but the viscount's strength was astonishing.

The bones made a "crackling" sound, and the neck began to twist and deform at a visible speed.
"Let him go! My lord! Please let him go!"

The other baron retreated in alarm, only to be grabbed by the viscount's other hand.

"You are not worthy to hear that voice."

On the rooftop opposite.

"Damn," Blake muttered under his breath, "This guy's going to kill all his comrades on the spot."

"Should we...?" Camilla asked Miller.

“No.” Miller said firmly: “The first rule of the mission is—do not expose yourself, do not intervene.”

"We're just here to install surveillance cameras, not to fight."

"But what if those two barons died here?..."

“We can clean up the mess after we’re done,” Miller interrupted her, his tone icy.
"In this world, vampires die every day due to madness, so a few fewer wouldn't raise suspicion."

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from inside the clock tower.

Immediately following was a wet, tearing sound.

"Click..."

The baron whose neck was being choked had his entire head twisted off.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, but before it hit the ground, it was sucked in by the viscount's wide-open mouth.

"No, no help!"

Another baron turned to run away, but the viscount grabbed him by the back.

The sharp bone spurs easily pierced through clothing, skin, and muscles, and went straight into the spine.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

The screams stopped abruptly.

Because the baron's entire upper body had been torn in half by the viscount.

Internal organs were scattered all over the ground, reflecting an eerie luster in the moonlight.

"hiss……"

Blake turned his face away.

Even though he had seen all sorts of terrifying scenes in the abyss, the sight before him still made him feel uncomfortable.

The viscount's expression as he tore apart his kinsmen was one of almost ecstatic pleasure.

“Captain,” Camilla’s voice was tense, “it’s…climbing up.”

Miller raised the telescope again.

Sure enough, the viscount had already eaten his fill.

He released his grip, and the two mangled corpses fell to the ground with a thud.

Then he looked up at the ceiling of the clock tower.

"There the sound is there."

He muttered to himself, got on all fours, and began to climb up the wall in a bizarre posture.

Claws dug into the stone wall, leaving deep scratches with every step.

It is extremely fast and as agile as a gecko.

"Oh no!" Miller's expression changed. "That direction...that's where the device is located."

“It couldn’t possibly detect it, could it?” Blake said uncertainly. “That thing has entered stealth mode.”

"Although berserk vampires lose their reason, their instincts become even more acute."

Miller quickly considered a solution: "Damn it, what if it actually finds the device?"

Before he finished speaking, the viscount had already climbed to the top of the clock tower.

His head peeked out from a crack in the floor, his blood-red eyes scanning the surroundings.

then
He saw the device.

To be precise, it was "sense" of the device.

Although there was nothing on the surface, a vague sense of "alienation" still made him instinctively uncomfortable.

The feeling was indescribable, like being watched by something, being recorded by something.

"found it"

The viscount let out a beastly growl and crawled up through the crack in the floor.

He approached the device step by step, his claws slowly rising.
"Hold!"

Miller suddenly pulled the communication device out of his pocket again.

He quickly sent an urgent message, his fingers even trembling slightly from the force he used.

Several lines of text appeared rapidly on the screen:
Emergency Call

[Location: West District Clock Tower]

[Target: The berserk viscount is about to destroy the monitoring node]

[Requesting immediate support]

The message is sent.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Inside the clock tower, the Viscount's claws had already touched the surface of the device.

"It's too late." Miller sighed, already preparing to apply for a new device and make another trip.

Just then, the communication device lit up.

Inside the clock tower opposite, the viscount, who was about to crush the device, also froze.

He remained in an attacking stance, his claws hovering in mid-air, as if his entire being had been paused.

“What?” Blake began to speak.

The viscount vanished in the next instant.

It's like an eraser gently wiping across the canvas of reality, completely erasing him.

Not a drop of blood, a piece of clothing, or even a trace of magic was left behind.

"."

All three people were stunned.

From the discovery of danger and the call for support to the elimination of the target, the entire process takes no more than half a minute.

The actual "erasure" takes less than a second.

After a long silence, Blake finally found his voice: "This fucking..."

"Shut up."

Miller's voice trembled: "Don't swear."

"But Captain, what was that just now?"

"I know."

Miller took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down:
"That's Associate Professor Ralph's ethereal ability."

He looked at the empty top floor of the clock tower opposite him, and his voice became low:
"As described in the recently updated Directory of Dark Sun Wizards—'If he says there is guilt, then there is guilt; if he says there is vanish, then there is vanish.'"

"This is the Dark Sun level. No, this is the power that belongs exclusively to that associate professor."

Camilla walked to the railing and looked at the clock tower as well.

A smile suddenly appeared on her lips: "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"what?"

"That's fucking awesome."

She turned around, her eyes filled with pleasure:
"This force is on our side."

"Imagine this—in the future, when we're on a mission and encounter any enemy we can't handle, all we need to do is make a communication, and bang! The other side is gone."

"Isn't this the legendary 'tactical erasure'?"

Blake paused for a moment, then laughed too.
"Damn, now that you mention it, I think it actually feels pretty cool too."

“And have you noticed?” Camilla continued:
"From the time we made the call to the time the target was eliminated, it took less than half a minute."

"This shows that Associate Professor Ralph has been 'watching' the city all along."

Miller continued, "It should be said that his consciousness, through the surveillance network, covered the entire Twilight City."

"He can detect and deal with any abnormalities or threats immediately."

"Alright, that's all for our casual chat."

Miller waved his hand: "Stop standing there like idiots, let's continue the mission."

At that moment, Ron's voice came again:
"Threat has been eliminated, node is secure."

"Continue the mission."

"Yes."

Miller put away the device and turned to look at his companion:
"Don't tell anyone what you just saw."

"clear."

They both nodded at the same time.

They're not fools; they know some things shouldn't be discussed casually.

"Let's go."

Miller took one last look at the quiet clock tower:
"Next stop, Grey Tower Town."

The three figures disappeared into the shadows of the rooftop.

The clock tower returned to its tranquility.

Only that [echo node] continues to silently "listen".

Listening to every sigh, every heartbeat, every secret of this city...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Twilight City, in Silas's laboratory.

A new spot of light suddenly appeared on the rune wall, indicating that [Echo Node 7] had been activated and was now working normally.

"Captain Miller's efficiency is indeed very high. He is indeed an old explorer recommended by Ralph."

Silas adjusted his glasses and made a mark in his notebook:

"Seven nodes, covering key areas of three cities."

"Next, as long as a data processing model is established, valuable intelligence can be sifted out from the massive amount of 'noise'."

He turned to look at the mountain of documents piled up behind him:

"However, this workload..."

Silas gave a wry smile:
"Looks like I'll be spending the next few months here."

Even as he complained, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

As a professional, nothing could ignite his passion more than "building a completely new intelligence system".

This is a very challenging project.

And he will be the "architect" of this system.

…………

On the other side, in the upper area of ​​Twilight City.

In a secluded room, three figures were sitting around a round table.

Ivan's face was extremely grim. In front of him was a newly delivered intelligence report—about Euphemia's latest "out-of-control" behavior.

"The right hand acts autonomously."

His grip on the documents tightened gradually:

"This is no longer a simple case of alienation; the nervous system has begun to collapse completely."

"The rejection reaction of chaotic transformation, once it enters this stage, is basically irreversible."

Serafina, however, wore a gloating expression:

"So, she's really nearing her end?"

"It'll be soon, at most two weeks."

Ivan nodded:

"According to the standard process of rejection reaction, she should have already had internal organ mutations by now."

"The next stage will be the final one—the collapse of consciousness."

"At that point, she will completely lose her mind and become a monster that acts only on instinct."

Alyosha leaned back in his chair, his rough fingers tapping on the table:

"We must seize this opportunity."

“Once Euphemia is completely out of control, Twilight City will fall into a power vacuum.”

“Those small clans seem obedient now, but they will immediately fall into chaos once they lose their leader.”

His voice became deeper:

"By then, we must establish a new order as quickly as possible."

"otherwise."

"Otherwise, Ron Ralph will take advantage of the situation."

Ivan picked up the conversation:

"Don't forget, he's now nominally 'Euphemism's collaborator'."

“After she lost control, he was fully qualified to ‘manage’ Twilight City on her behalf.”

"Given the abilities he has demonstrated, those smaller clans are likely to choose to accept his leadership."

Serafina sneered:

"Does a foreign wizard deserve to rule a vampire city?"

Whether we are good enough or not is not up to us to decide.

Ivan pushed up his glasses:
"The key is whether he has a reason that people have no choice but to accept."

"And now."

He glanced at the intelligence report on the table:
"He's pregnant."

"That cunning fellow has been researching an improved version of the suppressant all this time."

"Although our informants cannot access the core experiments, judging from external intelligence, his progress is astonishingly fast."

"There are even rumors that he has already made a prototype."

Alyosha suddenly sat up straight:
"A prototype? So fast?"

"He made progress in a month on a problem that Euphemia had been researching for thirty years without success?"

"Don't forget, he was the founder of 'Narrative Potions'."

Ivan's tone carried a hint of awe:

"And it also has the support of the King of Absurdity behind it."

"Even if he does develop a better drug, I wouldn't be surprised."

Serafina's expression turned serious.

She certainly understood what this meant.

If Ron truly masters a more effective suppressant formula, his status among vampires will leap to the level of a "savior."

All vampires suffering from madness would rush to pledge allegiance to him.

By then, let alone taking over Twilight City, he might even become the de facto leader of the entire vampire faction in the Chaotic Blood World.

"We can't let this happen."

She said through gritted teeth:
"We must seize control before he has fully established himself."

"But the question is, how do we seize it?"

Alyosha frowned:
"Although Euphemia is out of control now, she has not officially announced her 'abdication' yet."

"Those smaller clans are still observing and dare not take sides rashly."

"And that guy Ralph, his fighting ability is unfathomable."

"If we take forceful action, it's very likely that both sides will suffer losses."

"Therefore, we cannot 'take action'."

A cold glint flashed in Ivan's eyes:
We need to force him to resign.

He took out a small communication device from his pocket—a secret communicator specially made by the Heart Clan, capable of communicating directly with the clan headquarters across space.

"I will immediately report the situation to the Grand Duke and request the dispatch of a 'recovery team'."

"Officially, we're here to 'help' Euphemia control her out-of-control state."

"actually"

He sneered:
“Once they arrive, even if Naraff can defeat Alex, he won’t be able to deal with our clan’s wizard extermination squad.”

"We cannot overwhelm them with sheer strength, and with our superior numbers, control of Twilight City will naturally fall into our hands."

Serafina's eyes lit up:
"Brilliant! This way, we not only have a legitimate reason to take action, but we can also completely shirk responsibility."

"After all, we're only doing this 'to help Lady Euphemia,' right?"

"Yes."

Ivan stood up:
“I’ll send the intelligence now. Alyosha, you go and contact those ‘loyalist’ clans and tell them.”

"The Heart Clan is willing to take over Twilight City to protect them from the threat of the out-of-control ones."

"Serafina, you're in charge of transferring the assets."

"Pack up all those blood crystal reserves, extraordinary materials, and the core resources that Euphemia has accumulated over the past thirty years."

"We will evacuate immediately once the 'recovery team' arrives."

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with greed and excitement.

They have waited far too long for this day.

Thirteen years of lurking, thirteen years of patience, thirteen years of subservience... it's finally coming to an end.

Beneath the city of Twilight, Silas stood before a massive wall of runes, his hands moving rapidly across a virtual keyboard.

The wall was covered with monitoring runes, each rune corresponding to a key location in Twilight City.

At this moment, three of the runes were flashing—representing the positions of Ivan, Serafina, and Alyosha.

"We've finally waited for you."

Silas adjusted his glasses:

"The three mice finally couldn't resist taking action."

His fingers traced lines in the air, and images began to appear on the rune wall:

Ivan is activating the communication device in the secret room and reporting the situation to the projector;

Seraphina, accompanied by several trusted confidantes, is currently inventorying the blood crystal stockpile and secretly packing it into boxes;

Alyosha, in a secluded meeting room, addressed a dozen or so representatives of small clans with great enthusiasm:
“We have all witnessed Lady Euphemia’s sacrifice, but now she has lost the ability to continue leading.”

"For the future of Twilight City, for the survival of all vampires, we must make a difficult choice."

Silas didn't listen any further.

He'd had enough of these hypocritical speeches.

However, this information must be recorded in its entirety:

He activated the [Echo Rune], preserving the sound and image completely.

Whatever Alyosha said, whatever Ivan reported, whatever Serafina transferred, everything was recorded in its entirety.

When this "evidence" is made public, Silas can imagine how interesting the expressions on those three people's faces will be.

He immediately compiled the situation into a detailed document and then submitted it to Ron's laboratory. (End of Chapter)