"I never expected the World Tree of a Thousand Realms to have this kind of plan."
Back in the room, Lord El-Melloi II let out a heavy sigh, then slumped onto the sofa like a salted fish and lit a cigar.
"Master?"
Upon hearing El-Melloi II's words, Gray looked at him quizzically.
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. I've always been skeptical about why the World Tree would come all the way here to muddle in this mess. Turns out, it's because they're headhunting."
"Headhunting?"
"Exactly. Ashurban, under the pretense of magic crest repair, is no secret in the magic world. It's easy to imagine that his legacy would include a secret technique for repairing magic crests. In fact, most of the people who came here are eyeing this precisely."
