"According to the contract, the Invisible Hand of Erasure must first pass through my hands before I can give it to you," Abigail reminded, "We cannot afford even a single misstep with the contract, or we will suffer the consequences."

"Then let’s hurry up and complete the steps, I can hardly wait any longer!" Qiqimora urged.

Abigail turned to Tony, silently extending her hand.

"Alright." In accordance with the contract, Tony removed the thin glove, invisible to all but himself, from his hand and placed it onto Abigail’s.

The moment she put it on, Abigail disappeared from the spot.

"I see, this is the Invisible Hand of Erasure, the sole authority that is invisible until worn and engages its default action upon being donned." Abigail carefully examined her hand now wearing the sole authority, then walked over to a floor-length mirror.

She could still see herself; in fact, she still existed. It was just that the people present could not perceive her, making her seem as if she had gone invisible.

"Hey, Abigail, according to the contract you should be handing it over to me now!" Qiqimora shouted, looking at where Abigail had been.

She couldn’t see Abigail but could sense the presence of the Invisible Hand of Erasure; the sole authority would call to all the Saints who came near.

"A few more minutes won’t hurt, let me enjoy this for a while," Abigail nonchalantly responded, "Any witch worth her salt would have a bit of curiosity."

She continued to experiment with the Invisible Hand of Erasure, touching a teacup on the table with her finger.

"Hey, don’t use my things for your experiments," Aiden warned, noticing the teacup that suddenly "dematerialized."

No sooner had he spoken than a "ding" sounded, and a Gold Coin appeared on the table.

"Just because you pay doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!" Aiden protested loudly.

"Abigail, hurry up! I’ve been searching for this thing for over twenty years!" Qiqimora urged loudly.

"I don’t think waiting another two minutes will matter," said Abigail.

"Warden, aren’t you going to do something about this?" Qiqimora turned to Aiden.

"Are you kids or what?" Aiden sighed with some resignation, "I can’t see her now, you know."

"Stealing is prohibited, isn’t it?" Abigail suddenly remarked.

"You’re thinking of stealing my ’The Codex’?" Aiden realized with a start.

"I’m merely looking to satisfy my curiosity, to study it a little," Abigail said, finally reappearing, "Qiqimora, extend your hand."

Qiqimora reached out her hand toward Abigail, while Aiden and Tony only saw Abigail pinching "air" above the palm of Qiqimora’s hand before releasing it. Only Qiqimora could keenly feel that something had materialized in her hand.

A faintly visible thin glove, like a projection, the pure crystallization of power. Qiqimora could feel the Divine Artifact’s call to her.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she stood transfixed on the spot.

"Did you see the contents of the ceremony?" Aiden asked.

"Yes," Qiqimora suddenly sighed, "The difficulty is somewhat outrageous; it’s nearly... impossible to achieve."

Qiqimora didn’t mention it, and Aiden couldn’t be bothered to ask, as the other party was definitely not going to tell.

The content of the promotion ceremony, once known by others, posed the risk of interference, even by companions deemed trustworthy, as they could also be forced to divulge the secret.

Judging by Qiqimora’s reaction, the promotion ceremony of "Nothingness" seemed to be quite challenging for her as well.

Strictly speaking, the challenge of "Order’s" authority was also not low, and if it weren’t for a fortunate coincidence, it would have been impossible for him to be just one step away from ascending to the rank of ruler.

Qiqimora almost hesitated not at all in placing the unique authority onto her wrist, her body just blurred for an instant, and unlike Abigail, she did not turn invisible directly. As a saint of "Nothingness," she could control the power of this authority with greater precision.

"I originally thought that after last time’s events, things would be somewhat awkward between you two..." Aiden looked back and forth at the two Great Witches, "But it seems like your relationship is... still reasonable?"

"After all, our relationship was built on mutual interests. Even if we share the same interests, even if a few harsh words were exchanged, it wouldn’t really affect anything," Qiqimora said.

"Anyhow, it’s largely thanks to your grace acting as the intermediary, otherwise it would have indeed been difficult to reach an agreement," Abigail said, "I did not expect your grace to have come this far so quickly."

"Now that your matter is resolved, how about we sit down and discuss my situation?" Aiden gestured for everyone to sit down again.

"Does your grace wish for us to help deal with Mr. Blood-Cloak?" Abigail asked.

"I will certainly help with this matter, and so will Lamia," Qiqimora said with a deadly serious face. "After all, we have received considerable care from that person in Gistas."

"I’ll do what I can," Abigail said.

Tony didn’t speak up; he didn’t need to make any particular stance known on this matter, as avenging his father’s death was an inevitability for him.

"I knew your stances on this issue beforehand, what I want to discuss... is the matter after that," Aiden said.

"Being an enemy to a ruler is not something one can casually declare," Abigail understood what Aiden intended to convey.

"Aren’t you preparing to hunt that ruler known as the ’Wilderness King’?" Aiden said, "With just two named saints, what are the odds of success?"

"Is your grace still harboring thoughts of ’mutual aid’?" Abigail asked with unusual calmness, "Hunting a ruler is already an extremely risky endeavor for us. If we were to mix in your problem, regardless of the order, the risk would double."

"What if I said that defeating Mr. Blood-Cloak would allow me to ascend to ruler?" Aiden mysteriously revealed, "Are you sure you want to give up such a growth-oriented ally?"

"Really? You’re that close to ascending?" Qiqimora was taken aback.

"Your grace, are you serious?" Abigail narrowed her eyes.

"Of course it’s true, what do you think?" Aiden spread out his hands.

The power of a ruler was overwhelming to mortals, and having just two saints was not enough to surpass the goddess of conspiracy. Both Qiqimora and Abigail possessed highly valuable abilities. He now needed to collect all factors that would increase his odds of winning.

After exchanging glances, Abigail and Qiqimora understood that if they had a ruler’s assistance, the success rates of both Abigail’s hunting plan and Qiqimora’s promotion ceremony would doubtlessly be greatly increased.

"Then I’m in!" Qiqimora declared without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, Abigail sighed, "Alright, if your grace really needs my help. But let’s make it clear, I will assess the risks at all times. If the risk becomes too great, I could pull out at any moment. If that’s acceptable to you..."

"Then we are truly allies in every sense of the word," Aiden finished her sentence.