Ultear looked at the pitch-black magical construct in front of her, then turned her head and sneered, "What's there to talk about?"
Anselion waved his hand, and the giant shadow person's body instantly dissolved, flowing into the ground like water.
"I want to gather some information from the Dark Guild."
The killing intent in Ultear's eyes gradually receded, and she asked in a very cold tone, "How did you know my identity?"
Anselion smiled slightly, vaguely saying, "I naturally have my own intelligence channels."
Ultear's brows furrowed slightly as she quickly pondered in her heart.
With Anselion's magic power, it would be impossible for her to quietly eliminate him tonight... Since that's the case, she might as well listen to what other leverage he had over her.
Ultear moved her lotus-like steps lightly, calmly walking over and sitting in front of Anselion, her sharp gaze fixed on him, exerting considerable pressure.
However, Anselion would not be deterred by a woman's gaze; instead, he eyed Ultear with great interest.
Ultear, who came to assassinate him tonight, was dressed very differently from usual, more like the tight-fitting outfit she would wear during the Tenrou Island battle in the future.
This, in turn, highlighted Ultear's very alluring figure.
Ultear noticed his gaze, narrowed her eyes in disgust, and snorted impatiently,
"What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"
Anselion withdrew his gaze and went straight to the point, "I want to know information about Tartaros."
Tartaros?
Ultear paused for a moment, then sneered, "What, aren't your intelligence channels very powerful? Why can't you find out now?"
Anselion, being mocked, was not in a hurry. He smiled indifferently, "Tartaros is far beyond the tattered Grimoire Heart; even I have no way."
Ultear's expression turned cold again. Did his words not imply that her guild was inferior to Tartaros?!
Although Ultear herself wasn't truly loyal to the guild, being told by an outsider that her own faction was inferior still bothered her somewhat.
Anselion watched her increasingly displeased expression, chuckling inwardly.
Little brat, you dare to argue with me with that level of skill?
"You are part of the same alliance; you should know a lot of information, right?" Anselion asked.
Ultear crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair, and said disdainfully, "I do have information, but then you should consider your sincerity in dealing with me."
Anselion's lips curled into a smile. He looked up, fixing his gaze on Ultear's eyes, and said word by word, "My not informing the entire Council of your identity is already my sincerity."
Ultear bit her silver teeth, then suddenly stood up with a 'whoosh' and walked towards the door.
Her voice followed,
"The information on Tartaros will be given to you."
Anselion smiled; the matter was settled.
Although the Balam Alliance was an alliance of the three strongest Dark Guilds and their subordinate guilds, they all had their own agendas, and mutual betrayal was perfectly normal.
However, Ultear probably wouldn't easily give up on the idea of killing him.
Tonight, because she didn't dare to cause a commotion that would alert the entire Council, she temporarily compromised. Once she left the Council's door, it might be a different story.
At this moment, Ultear was filled with indignation. When had she ever suffered such a loss?
Once she found an opportunity, she would definitely scatter his ashes!
As she thought this, she put her hand on the doorknob... Suddenly, Ultear's nose twitched slightly, and she looked suspiciously at the prim and proper Anselion... Anselion's heart tightened. Had this woman discovered it?
After a moment of silence, Ultear sneered, "A grown man spraying perfume on himself, how disgusting."
Huh? Does spraying perfume bother you?!
Anselion was about to stand up and retort, but Ultear didn't give him the chance, quickly leaving the place.
Only when the footsteps and magic fluctuations outside gradually disappeared did Anselion finally breathe a sigh of relief, his hand subtly reaching under the table.
Then, he pulled out a bottle of dark green, alluringly scented liquid.
Anselion curiously held out the strange perfume, muttering, "I wonder if this thing Seram taught me to concoct is actually useful; the ingredients are very scarce..."
With that, Anselion let out a long sigh.
Although this method was somewhat despicable, well... Anselion... oh, it should be Ankh, was never a good person to begin with!
Towards anyone outside the guild, let alone an enemy, Ankh could be as devious as possible.
Anselion slowly closed his eyes, a large part of his mind spontaneously shifting to the other side... At this moment, under the vast starry sky, in a desolate countryside, a carriage was leisurely heading towards the capital.
Inside the carriage, Ankh, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Beside him, Erza and Mirajane were leaning on his shoulders, one on each side.
"How was it? Did you succeed?"
Seram's familiar, mysterious voice echoed in his mind. Ankh nodded, responding in his heart,
"She promised to give me information, and that bottle of medicine was also secretly used on her."
"With the potency of the Heart-Entangling Poison, you will soon have a capable subordinate."
Ankh nodded silently. Although it was for the sake of his plans, Ankh inexplicably felt a little guilty for scheming against a girl like this.
That perfume-like medicine was the poison Seram had instructed him to concoct.
Not only were the ingredients scarce, requiring Ankh to spend several years searching for them, but the effect was also excellent, causing unbearable pain when the poison took effect.
Anyone who smelled that fragrance, as long as they used the magic power within their body, would be invaded by the medicine's properties... "Your magic power has merged into her body through magical contact. When the Heart-Entangling Poison takes effect later, you can easily take her life by manipulating your magic power."
Ankh remained silent, then suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked in confusion, "Seram, aren't you a god? Why are you so skilled in such underhanded methods?"
The voice in his mind immediately fell silent.
After a while, Seram stammered in response,
"Can a god's methods... be called underhanded...?"
Ankh couldn't help but chuckle. It seems you also know this isn't very honorable, Ser Yiji?!
After teasing Seram for a while, Ankh looked at the two girls beside him, and his mood gradually calmed down.
In the storyline Ankh was familiar with, the only ones who truly caused trouble for the guild and everyone were the Balam Alliance.
Now, the unsuspecting Tartaros had already begun to gather information, and Ankh was also setting his sights on Ultear of Grimoire Heart... As for Oración Seis, they could be said to be the weakest of the three great guilds, so they didn't need to be dealt with for now.
The only thing Ankh needed to pay attention to was the ancient weapon called Nirvana that Oración Seis was searching for.
After all, that was a weapon that could reverse the good and evil in a person's heart, and if possible, Ankh wanted to take control of it himself.