Five witches stood in a meeting room, with a marble in the middle. A blue flame arose on the marble and it soon broke.

"It seems to have failed again." Birurar, the Witch of Pride, sighed.

Asanchatar, the Witch of Sloth, yawned limply. "Haaa~! It seems so.”

The Witch of Envy, Feliva, suddenly snapped angrily, "Is now the time to be so laid back?! We have failed to plant people in the Round Table again! We have lost Jerryford, my beloved disciple!

The Witch of Anger, who was also the head of the witches, tried to calm her. "The situation with your disciple is unfortunate, and she deserves to be mourned. But, as long as Merlin is present, this outcome is expected to some extent. We should not lose sight of reason, even if we are angry inside.

The Witch of Envy began to cry. "Jerryford! I'm sorry! I...! I should have stopped you!"

The witches let the Witch of Envy cry. Rather than keeping emotions suppressed for no reason, they believed expressing emotions helped maintain sharp reason. The Witch of Envy cried for a while longer, then wiped away her tears as if she had drained herself of all her emotions.

"As we have discussed, let us give up trying...