Chapter 82: Morgana is Going Crazy

While Dante and Nagasawa searched for a way out of the Dungeon, some people were having troubles.

"This damn thing doesn't work!" Morgana yelled as she relentlessly attacked the strange crystals.

"Damn it!" She broke her nails as she tightly clenched her fist, causing them to bleed slightly.

"I'M GOING TO KILL WHOEVER DID THIS!" She screamed, and the whole world around her trembled. At this moment, they had devastated all the first 10 floors and were trying to break through the crystal barriers.

"Mistress!" One of the witches caught Morgana's attention, who looked at her with fury, appreciating her more as a demon than a witch.

"She's right, mistress, you need to calm down." Another witch in white robes and white hair said as she hovered alongside Morgana.

"Yniel and Sylvia." She said as both witches smiled; it had been a while since they last met.

"The Queen asked us to assist you." Sylvia, with her golden hair and brown eyes, said as she adjusted her black dress slightly.

"Yes, she said the boy's rescue must be done by the end of the week, she mobilized some experienced witches with dark magic to come here." Yniel commented as she twirled her fingers in her curls.

"My mother? What does she have to do with this?" Morgana wondered, after all, she would never ask Alice for help after their last fight.

"We're not sure, but it seems she has her eye on Dante Scarlet." Sylvia murmured, and Morgana's eyebrows arched slightly.

'Eyeing on? If you can't beat them, join them? Foolish woman.' Morgana thought as she looked at the small army of witches digging into the sides of the crystals in search of an entrance to the eleventh floor.

"What do you plan to do when we find the boy?" Yniel asked as she observed the scene as a whole.

"Find the culprit, bring them to trial, and then kill them." Morgana commented calmly as she thought.

"Seriously? Do you think they'll let that happen?" Sylvia asked, smiling, a slightly treacherous smile.

"Since Titania caused all that trouble, we've been cautious. We wouldn't allow deaths, neither Dante's nor the others, but it was a treacherous move if they really abandoned them as I think; that would be considered betrayal by the alliance and something like that would be relevant enough for, in case of trial, the death penalty to be established.

Even though I find the death of those involved unlikely, the punishments will be immense." Morgana commented and looked at the witches as she floated.

"And there's still that woman." Morgana said with a soft smile. "Woman?" Sylvia asked confused.

"KYA!!!!!" She screamed when she saw Morgana's body flying towards her. She tried to get out of the way but couldn't.

"Ouch," she saw her Mistress' body on top of her, her entire body burning with pain.

"That crazy old woman, she could have said this before!" Morgana shouted, startling all the witches around. "Hey, you, get Mytrill or Tungsten and make pickaxes with this enchantment, we need to break these stupid crystals!" She ordered, and the witches ran off, after all... her tone wasn't the gentlest.

"Lady Morgana..." One of the new witches arrived with a paper in hand to deliver to Morgana.

"What now!" She snarled in anger, but the witch in front of her was one of the new recruits. "Oh, sorry, it's the newbie... Forgot your name, but what's this?"

"It's Clarice, Lady Morgana, and this is a letter from the Princess for you." She handed over the letter, bowed, and ran off.

"Damn, it was just a scream. What does this witch want now?" Morgana wondered as she took the letter and opened it.

"Damn, it's from Lyra, that Bitch."

[Dear Morgana,

I hope this letter finds you sufficiently entertained with your petty affairs and suffering greatly for your single life. After a period of self-indulgence, I have decided it is time to return to the rat's den, which I call Your Tower.

Of course, I feel a slight nostalgia for the fun I used to have at your expense, but I am eager to pick up where I left off. I can't wait to share my findings.

Rest assured my loyalty is fickle, but for now, I see advantage in returning to the nest. Remember, there is no honor among the Arcanes, only power.

With contempt and disdain, Lyra Arcane]

"This defective wretch is coming back. Damn it, mother, couldn't you warn me? Now, besides Dante, I have to prepare myself to be constantly bothered. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Why don't you just die already! Go after that dragon again! AAAAAAAA!" She screamed...

"I need a break, I'm becoming just like Valentina," Morgana sighed as she put her hands over her face.

"Damn it, Dante, I'm going to punish you," she muttered.

Morgana was losing her mind.