Aran Imperial City.
A large underground research facility in a certain mansion.
It seemed to have transcended the limitations of time, with cylindrical glass vessels on metal bases, filled with a ghostly green liquid, soaking various Magic Beasts.
Or rather, humanoid monsters stitched together from Magic Beasts, and many wrinkled pipes inserted into these life forms.
A person dressed in luxurious silk robes furrowed his brows while looking at four extinguished lanterns.
This person was none other than the Warlock Apprentice who had published an article with William.
"They seem to have encountered an accident, now… it all depends on you, the planning of the New City Industrial District."
The apprentice spoke to a mysterious figure standing in the shadows.
"How pitiful, they were all in the prime of their youth."
The man's voice was young, yet it bore a steadiness unfitting of his age, rather that of an elderly man.
