Tyrant of the North

Ten minutes after Jonathan Verne came into the reserved meeting room, Mattheus felt a sense of incredulity as it became apparent why the former professor came early in the first place.

"Huh…" Brunilda voiced with a weird tone.

Crazy.

This man was simply crazy, wasn't he?

"… So, you had only planned to tell me now because you were afraid it would fail. But now that you've succeeded in the previous ritual sacrifices, you're informing me and asking if I would be willing to be the eleventh sacrifice?"

Mattheus gave in to the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, using his fingers to massage the pressure points at the location to stave off a potential headache from trying to follow Verne's twisted line of thought.

"Yes! I didn't want to bother you but now that chances are that I can complete the empowerment, the plan would be a success!"