Chapter Sixty Five: The Most Poisonous Poison

"How can we succeed? How can we move forward without being watched? Satan is now clearly on the move, and he moves with precise vision and clarity."

*there was a curious laugh*

"You speak as though you are not a most capable Magician. You are a master of illusion yourself! These Potioneers are in no match with your abilities to understand and manipulate poisons than, maybe, their inherent talent to more competently concoct potions. You seem to have a very wrong notion of the exact version of yourself. I thought you have already overcome the allure of the technology of the Cyborgs enough to never underestimate yourself again. There is no other way to smuggle these willows into the battlefield than it is available to us now. This is our most opportune time to stop the Dark Angel by limiting his access to resources once and for all."

"An illusion is a very different concept from the perspective of a clearly defined, and very capable, Plagiarist. The Steel of Willows that we envision can only hold poison at the exact same level of its metallurgical composition, and nothing more after that. Within this complicated illusion lies an exact dark matter similar to what can be found from the control of the Plaigiarist tendency of the words, and it is within these words that there is an inherent capacity to conduct the grandest deception of all. This is not a simple matter to peruse without careful consideration."

"Do you fear being intercepted, then?"

*there was a smile*

"No. But I fear losing myself in the process."

*there was a long pause*

"I hear your preconceptions about the integrity of these extremely poisonous substances, that there has been no guarantee of any immunity from its undesirable effects from the available thorough inquiry up to this time. Even the Fellowship of the Boondocks Scientific Trust desire prudence before moving to incorporate the corresponding formula to the precise manufacture of these willows. No color can guarantee the safety of the Blacksmiths and the Dwarves when destiny is not within our favor."

"Indeed, we need the guidance and certainty of the positioning of the stars. This is the only way to succeed. It is imperative to win the prudent qualities of the Crown and the theoretical protection of the most Untarnished Cup. There is no other choice but to hope in the succeeding battles to come. The Prudence Wars must always bring luck and success."

"Once we elect the Question fir the Settlement of the Willows, it is going to be an easier route ahead from there."

"Actually, no. That view is flawed."

"Why not?"

"The Sinister Agents have been de facto spies of the evil one. Only a sincere Magician can keep it away from the clutches of Lucifer the Devil. Prudence is not an easy thing to win, and, while fate determines the most likely path to take for guidance, destiny is the summation of all the efforts exerted to actually achieve the goal."

"But the dark matter is the same in all known forms, isn't it? It is not an impossibility to bypass Satan's clear advantage in this level of competence. There can be a different way to proceed."

"Of course, it is not."

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