"Yuki! Something terrible has happened!"
The door slammed open, and the first thing Rin Yuki heard was Ellen's panicked voice shouting his name.
"Sister, seriously…" Karen, who came in right behind, sighed at her sister's dramatic entrance.
But she didn't waste any time. She followed Ellen quickly out to the balcony connected to Yuki's study.
"Something definitely happened," she added, voice tense.
Yuki watched the two sisters rush in, clearly shaken. Without saying a word, he calmly patted the two empty seats beside him on the lounge chair, silently telling them to sit and explain properly.
Seeing his relaxed gesture, both sisters didn't hesitate. They plopped down on either side of him—Ellen on the left and Karen on the right—pressing in close to him like he was the meat in a sandwich.
Ellen practically glued herself to Yuki, half her body molded against his. Karen, though more composed, simply wrapped her arm around his and leaned into him softly.
"This really is serious," Karen said, nodding.
Her eyes flicked up to look at Yuki's strikingly handsome face. Even now, there was a slight dreamy sparkle in her eyes—just the sight of him made her heart skip a beat.
"Just like you predicted… the old magician village has been bombed," she said grimly.
"The scene was horrifying. Every house, every building… completely destroyed. It's like the entire village was erased. There's not even a trace left."
She took a breath, trying to steady herself. But the anger in her voice was barely hidden.
When Karen stopped, Ellen picked up where she left off.
"We checked the surveillance footage," she said through clenched teeth. "It wasn't a regular strike—it was carpet bombing. They hit it over and over, like they wanted to make sure absolutely nothing was left."
"They wanted to wipe everything out. Erase the whole village."
Both sisters' voices were sharp with fury. But even with all this rage, there was also a heavy weight of sorrow. Thanks to Yuki's warning, the magicians living there had already evacuated before the attack. No one died.
But that didn't make it any less infuriating.
Ordinary countries—non-magical nations—had dared to raise their hands against magician territory. That alone was unforgivable.
Of course, the true enemies were Isaac and Elliot—the traitors who had exposed the existence of magicians to the world. If it weren't for them, this never would've happened.
Ellen and Karen hated them more than anyone.
But it was because of Yuki that this wasn't a tragedy. He had warned them ahead of time, guided the villagers to safety, and helped relocate them. Thanks to him, their people survived.
And that only deepened the sisters' admiration for him… along with something more intense.
Yuki, however, remained perfectly still. His expression didn't change. He had already expected this outcome.
So, the magician village was gone.
That meant Isaac and Elliot would find out soon, if they hadn't already.
And once they did… they'd begin their revenge. They'd make their move. They'd try to summon her—Mio.
A small smirk appeared on Yuki's lips, cold and unreadable.
'Good,' he thought to himself. 'Let them do the hard work. I'll step in at the end… and take everything.'
Meanwhile, in a high-tech lab in London, England…
This was the headquarters of DEM, the company that Isaac and Elliot had created.
The moment it launched, DEM skyrocketed in popularity. Nations lined up to buy their products, and the money flowed in.
They used that money to fuel their research—because being a magician was expensive, and their experiments burned through funds like wildfire.
But all that effort had paid off.
Together, Isaac and Elliot had created something groundbreaking: the Realizer.
A device that could take digital simulations and bring them into the real world—essentially turning science into magic.
Even normal people—non-magicians—could now use magical abilities through this tech.
Once this hit the global market, it caused a worldwide frenzy.
Nations fought for contracts. DEM became richer than anyone had imagined. And now, their "science-magic" was spreading like wildfire across the globe.
But just as they were planning their next move, the worst possible news hit them:
The magician village—their homeland—was gone.
In the main meeting room, Elliot stared at the photos in front of him. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide with disbelief.
Beside him, Isaac looked surprised, but calm. Far too calm.
"Isaac! What the hell is this?!" Elliot shouted, jumping to his feet.
"Do you know who did this?!"
His voice trembled with rage. His eyes were red—not from tears, but from sheer, violent anger.
That village… that land… those were their people.
And now, they were all gone.
"How could they just bomb it over and over like that?!" Elliot roared.
He slammed his fists on the table—BANG! BANG! BANG!—and the heavy wooden surface cracked under the force of his blows. Deep dents formed where his hands hit.
Isaac finally spoke, his voice low and cold.
"Calm down, Elliot."
"Calm down?!" Elliot shouted back. "Our people are dead! Our entire race was wiped out! And you're telling me to calm down?!"
"Of course I'm angry too!" Isaac snapped back. His voice didn't rise, but there was ice in it. "I'm a magician, just like you. You think I don't feel the same pain?"
"But if we lose our heads now, we lose everything."
Elliot stood there breathing hard for a few seconds… then slowly, reluctantly, nodded.
"…You're right," he said through clenched teeth. "So what's the plan?"
He dropped back into his seat, his eyes locked on Isaac.
Isaac didn't answer immediately. He walked toward the tall windows overlooking London. From up here—on the 23rd floor—people on the street looked like tiny insects.
"When those governments came to us, trying to force us into that treaty," Isaac began, "they weren't offering peace. They wanted control. They wanted to cage us like wild animals."
"We said no. And that made them afraid."
"And when wolves find a tiger at their door, they don't sleep peacefully. They attack first—because they're scared it'll rip them apart."
Isaac turned around. There was a smile on his face now—a twisted, sharp grin.
"We are the tiger, Elliot. And those humans?"
"They're the wolves."
"And when wolves attack a tiger…"
The smile faded into something more vicious.
"The tiger doesn't just snarl—it hunts."
"We're going to make them regret this."
"We're going to make them suffer."
There was venom in every word he spoke, like the idea of revenge was something sacred.
Elliot said nothing, but his fists clenched hard.
His heart had already made its decision.
"…I'll prepare everything," he muttered.
Without waiting for a reply, he stormed out of the room.
Isaac watched him go.
Slowly, a dark smile crept back onto his face—one full of ambition, hunger, and cruel delight.
His eyes glinted with a strange fire.
"Now… it begins," he whispered.
"Soon, the world will be mine to claim."
Isaac had seen this future coming long ago.
He knew that magicians—just by existing—would throw the world into chaos.
He had wanted that to happen.
He had nurtured it.
Because deep down inside, Isaac had always been waiting for the right moment—for the perfect spark to light the fire.
And now, that spark had finally come.
Now, nothing would stop him from unleashing the dream he'd hidden inside him for years.
The dream to reshape the world—
Into one ruled by him.