While Azrael was busy calming himself in order to not curse his father to death. The world was going through an extremely huge wave.
Eleanor was a somewhat famous witch, and her power was respected and feared by many people.
It was normal, Ultimate class beings could already be considered kings or queens of their own territory. As such, those able to rival High class were the pillar of any organization. Losing even one of them was a great loss.
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In the Vatican, a reunion was being held, one of the people participating got up and slammed his hand on the table,
"This is unacceptable. How could his highness suffer from such a slight? WE SHOULD BURN THOSE WIZARDS!!!!"
The one screaming for blood and war was a white-haired old man, wearing white priest clothes. He was Carolus Magnus the descendant of Charles The First more known as Charlemagne. He was also the current leader of the Magnus family.
Despite his old age, a certain vigor could be felt on him. If there was one thing to note, it would be his right arm. This arm was completely different from normal people. After all, few people had a robotic arm.
Being him, stood a very young but steadfast blonde-haired and blue-eyed little girl. At her hip, a rapier could be seen. She was Jeanne Magnus. The possessor of the sacred gear [BLADE BLACKSMITH]. She was also the heiress of the Magnus family.
"Sigh!! You're really becoming too old. Do you think that everything will be resolved simply by screaming? Still, it's true that we cannot be without an answer. Otherwise, those heretics might think that we are weakening."
The one chiding the old man was a middle-aged man with golden hair and blue eyes wearing a noble outfit. He was Uther Pendragon, a descendant of Arthur Pendragon and the current leader of the pendragon family.
He also had someone standing behind him, a young boy with equally blond and blue eyes. An impassive expression was seen of his face, but the clenching of his fists told that he was anything but calm. Arthur Pendragon was his name.
Silence finally settled on the room as all gaze turned toward the last old man sitting on the table and the two standing behind him.
The old man was someone unfit of the definition of a priest. Despite his apparent old age, he looked more like a bouncer than a priest. He was a 2-meter elderly man with white hair and a wrinkled face on it. Although he was already old, his body was that of an extremely muscular man. He had a thick neck, chest, arms, and legs. Any children meeting him in the dark would cry for his mother. Well they would cry, but also instantly calm themselves after seeing his old but kind smile.
He was no one else than Vasco Strada. One of the strongest humans without a sacred gear. A living legend. Behind him stood Griselda Quarta and another living legend...Dulio Gesualdo.
Dulio was the owner of the 2nd strongest Longinus, [ZENITH TEMPEST] which can control all weather as well as all elemental attributes that exist in nature such as fire, wind, lightning, water, and earth. He was known as the strongest exorcist and had killed many high-class devils with relative ease.
All the people currently present represented the three Great Factions of the church. They rarely convened, but when they did, any decisions they made would create great waves.
As the silence stretched Vasco finally opened his mouth,
"How is the little Azrael?"
Dulio who stood behind him answered with a light voice,
"Az called yesterday. It seems like Lord Michael wants him to stay in Japan for a while, one year at most. Apart from this, he only suffered from some light wounds caused by the Witch of the East. Thankfully it was nothing major."
"I see… *Sigh*"
The moment he let out a sigh, any illusion that he was a simple and tired old man simply went out of the window. An almost tyrannical pressure invaded the room.
"I am angry. Really angry. I didn't feel so angry since a long time ago. Still, declaring a total war would be unwise. The Wizard of Oz can hide themselves in the dimensional gap and as such cannot be easily found. What more, declaring a new witch hunt would only bring the death of more innocents. But… "
He took a deep breath and said, releasing even more pressure
"... Azrael is one of the representative of our church. The highest one. Attacking him is the same as insulting all of us. We cannot allow this. We will not allow this!!! So what if they live in another dimension? Then they should stay there and die there. From now on, the church will declare a hunt on all the mages of Hexennacht and the Wizard of Oz. A kill on sight order will be officially given. We will also put a high bounty. Anyone killing a mage of those two organizations and bringing the proof will be paid and even given diverses bonus by the church, even if they aren't exorcist from the church."
He sighed as the pressure he released slowly calmed down,
"At last, the priority of the hunt went from low to the maximum. If an exorcist must choose between chasing a Devil and a mage of one of those two organizations then they must hunt the mages first."
A loud sound of inhaling filled the room. It was an extremely vicious order. Even Carolus didn't think things would go that far,
"How… How long will this order last?"
Vasco Strada stayed silent before slowing getting up.
"Since Azrael will stay in Japan for one year, then this order will be valid for exactly one year. Further instructions will he given one year later."
That day, the Wizard of Oz officially became the most hated Magicians organization.