Even though he was so badly injured, Twin kept muttering to himself as if he didn't care about the wound on his right arm at all.
From the break, a viscous, mud-like dark magic power was bubbling out.
However, Iris frowned deeply.
"Filthy magic power?"
The flowing blood was almost entirely magic power.
Iris's pupils trembled slightly, and she asked seriously, "An artificial witch from the Witch Association?"
With a sigh, Twin said, "How did even you find out? Damn it, this was supposed to be my top-secret intelligence, and now it's public information? I've lost my advantage. What on earth are the Witch Associations in other cities doing?"
Iris took a deep breath, her gaze filled with both pity and wariness.
A Disaster Beast alone cannot stand against the Disaster Strategy Bureau.
