447 The enemy council.


    Two weeks have passed since the performance of the two twin sisters.


    But strangely, both were in detention in the basement of the pce.


    Instead of being congratted, they were locked up in two independent cells.


    -Why!? Do they intend to treat us like pets that we put on the leash after we finish with them!?" Cindy growls while giving a punch to the bars that prevent her from essing the outside.


    In addition to being locked up, they were not entitled to the lights of the day, or even that of the night for that matter.


    One of the characteristics of the cells was to plunge their prisoners into absolute darkness. Not to mention to see even around themselves, the two could not even see their hands even if thetter was a millimeter from their eyes.


    As for the other characteristic, it was familiar to them, but experiencing it was more unbearable for them than darkness; it was nothing spectacr, but to seal their energies.


    They don''t know how Alvine was able to achieve this goal, but the result had nothing to envy in their skills.


    Instead of sealing their powers, their cells absorbed any form of energy as soon as it was manifested.


    Gluttony, A skill intended to absorb any form of energy from its target, is only a skill derived from that of energy sharing which Alvine masters to perfection.


    Since the two did not understand the functioning of this familiar skill yet different from their own, they attributed this to their skills cause of their ignorance.


    "... Swallow your frustration, sister; this is not the time to create more problems for us than we have at the moment."


    "Tsk, do you hear yourself talking about these shits? We did nothing to deserve such hostile hospitality, on the contrary!"


    "... I know, but hey, we''ll soon find out."


    While the two were silent after this brief conversation, a new dull silence appeared between them.


    Next to their cells, Adinas listened to all their conversations without saying anything.


    From the absence of a glow in his eyes, he did not seem to have enough energy to interfere in their conversations; even if it was not the desire hecked.


    —


    "The master still hasn''t gone out?" Askald asks his sister who was still standing guard in front of the throne room where Alvine and the other former primordials were locked up.


    "No, not yet." She responds briefly while shaking her head slightly.


    "... I see." Askald sighs and frowns towards Elena.


    As if thetter could understand him without having to hear his question, she removes two small jewels the size of a seed from her space ring.


    "Precisely, He had entrusted me with these two pearls telling me to give them to you; ording to him, you will know what to do with them."


    "Huh?" Askald instantly zoomed in in front of her when he saw the two white pearls and energy that were emanating.


    "Let''s see these more closely." He said while picking up the two pearls in Elena''s palm.


    "...He was really able to make two evolutionary seeds in so little time!?"


    "Evolutionary seeds? Aren''t they usually ck?" Elena asks in a skeptical tone.


    "I''m not an idiot; but these pearls are, for sure, evolutionary seeds. It''s probably because they are made thanks to the energy from another existence."


    "...He didn''t make only of them, but five." After her brother''s exnation, Elena could only agree with him.


    But she immediately justifies his previous calctions.


    On the other hand, Askald could only sigh of dereliction. "No wondering from him. In short, I will manage this case before ites out."


    "Don''t drag on it too much, I feel he will soon be among us; it would be ack of respect if you miss the call," Elena told him about her warning when she saw him go out in the light.


    Askald only nods while going away from her.


    --


    Unlike them, whose daily life seems to have resumed its rhythm, this was not the case with their enemies.


    Zero-tiers are rare, but they are not unique.


    Rigidly, on one of these nts where the purity of the air, the aura, and the environment had no other quality or color than pure and white, an assembly was in ce on this which was at an unsuspected distance from the of Fy.


    Shira, the name of the in question.


    Its size, rare richness, and everything that defined thes as exceptional were present on Shira; it had nothing to envy of the where Alvine and his troops reside.


    Even better, the orbital view of the gave its contemtors a magnificent view resembling a magic stone well-trimmed by a divine craftsman.


    The solid white gave it the appearance of a sphere representing the nucleus of a volcano extinguished several thousand years ago by the snow that covered it.


    On this, strange and never-before-seen phenomena on any of the others were continuously taking ce.


    One of them is the cohabitation between its inhabitants; seen from this angle, it is not very relevant, except that the animals were also part of the inhabitants.


    Yea, the beasts were indeed docile and only devoured each other when necessary for their survival.


    Unlike the other zero-tier, this had only two species, Isolet’s men and magical creatures, formerly called intelligent beasts but which evolved to a more advanced level than their peers.


    Apart from snow, the had no other environment such as the volcanic or the ocean areas.


    It had these environments, but as its climate was none other than winter, it snowed continuously, which had the consequence of covering its territories and merging them into a single cial environment.


    It did not have a kingdom distributed to the inhabitants, but ces that gave ess to all without the slightest denigration or racism.


    A making everyone''s dream.


    But among all these wonders, one was even more so and stood out from the others by its size and its inexhaustible source of mana that fed the entire; a rare but familiar tree.


    Rare, because its size exceeded the clouds and its branches and leaves extended all over the, enveloping it entirely!


    The reason why it constantly snows on the is because of the branches of the tree that feed the core of the with its own energy that it releases in the form of ice crystals; in snowkes for more precise.


    As for the reason for the astronomical size of the, it is only thanks to the branches of the unable to resist his whack.


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    giant tree, whichpletely cover the entire and strangely resemble two drops of them to the original body of Isolet.


    And finally, despite being covered with branches, the did not know the night since the branches were always bright white.


    Near the titanic trunk of the tree, there was an Arctic castle, but its size could only be worthy of an anthillpared to the tree whose branches hovered above it.


    Inside this same castle, …were Uranus and the monarch Nephleim.


    In addition to these two, other people were, just as powerful and unique as they were, around the round table which was also in a gigantic meeting room.


    "Uranus, where''s Azalea? Why she''s not with you?" A man with long white hair and pupils simr to those of Isolet asks while coldly goggling at Uranus.


    Nelpheim was one of the people to upy one of the five chairs.


    Apart from her, three men, including the authoritarian-looking man, and a woman dressed in a priestess dress and pointed ears were thest person to upy the monarchs'' chairs.


    "Jabbal, don''t scold hard on Uranus, I''m sure he didn''t predict this turnaround." Instead of Uranus, it was the other girl who defended him.


    Jabbal frowns slightly, an action that makes Uranus more nervous than he is.


    "You can leave." Finally, Jabbal sighs before giving this order to Uranus.


    Uranus did not give him the luxury of repeating himself a second time, lest he change his mind.


    "Thank you for your clemency, monarch of light." He then tilts before vanishing in light particles.


    After his departure, Jabbal looks at Nelpheim and asks in a sober tone. "How is Her Highness?"


    Nelpheim sighs bitterly. "She was too attached to her opposite. I''m afraid we''ll have to make a bitter decision to...-


    "Wait!" One of two men still silent interrupts Nelpheim in her words.


    Unlike Jabbal, he had short hair, and his body was not as impressive as Jabbal’s.


    "Is there a problem, Malkel?" Nelpheim frowns at him.


    "You want to take advantage of the current weakness of our sovereign to erase the memories she had...-


    "Yes, otherwise, she will never be able to ept her true role and responsibilities; we have no time for hesitation." The woman in a priestess look also took part in the conversation.


    Malkel''s eyes became wild with rage when he heard the girl''s sphemous words.


    -BAM!


    "Priestess Erza, don''t talk about sphemies while talking about responsibilities. Will you be able to take responsibility for your sin!?" He snorts while hitting the table which splits into pieces, thetter unable to resist his whack.


    "Keep your cool, Malkel." Thest person slowly pronounces this sentence while keeping his eyes closed.


    "Hey, Mr. Lazy, stop talking while you''re sleeping, we''re in the middle of a meeting, I''ll let you know!" Ironically, the person he defended was the same one who scolded him for his carefree; the priestess Erza.