September 2nd, 1449.
Holy Machinery Court, Mechanical Palace.
"Have all the Witches from Black Snake Bay arrived at the Mechanical Palace?" Wearing a thin embroidered linen–spider-silk blended dress, Hilov finally put down the little scissors she used to trim her tail fur and asked Horn in front of her.
Horn, who had been lying in the wicker chair eating melon, sat up: "They're all here. A full fifteen Witches gathered in one city—anywhere else, the Archbishop would probably have fled in panic."
"Just like that Puliano Pope."
"Hahaha, yes, just like that Puliano."
This time, fifteen Witches had gathered in the Holy Machinery Court to discuss the future status of Witches and the future direction of the Holy Alliance.
The great victory in the Gray Robe Valley not only forced the entire Empire to truly take the Holy Alliance seriously, it also had the new effect of attracting quite a few Witches' attention.
