A tent large enough to comfortably accommodate about thirty people was bustling with the Empire's most influential figures, a gathering of unparalleled magnitude.

Among them were the Purple Tower Master, top-ranking students from the Academy, the Pope and the Hero of the Goddess Church, the Empire's next emperor, a magical girl, and even the First Princess, who had successfully defended the Eastern Front thus far. Many others with equally illustrious titles filled the space, their presence akin to a constellation of stars shining in the night sky.

Yet, the one presiding over the meeting was not one of these esteemed figures but a single magician from the Purple Tower.

With jet-black hair and crimson eyes, he had an uncanny aura. He resembled both a foreboding raven and a massive black dog, an intriguing man connected to everyone present in one way or another.

The Mad Mage surveyed the room of players with a look of satisfaction and pride before stepping forward to take command.

“First, I’d like to thank all our distinguished guests for attending today’s Emergency Council for the Eastern Front. I am your adorable Mad Mage. A round of applause, please.”

“Wow!”