"It's perfectly normal for you to attend your own grandmother's birthday party, so your presence won't raise any suspicion. And even if Sikokun is powerful, she won't have time to interfere if it all happens in a flash," Gaelic said.
Rijeka nodded, turning to look at him. "Gaelic, I knew I could count on you. To think you'd come up with a plan to use my grandmother's party as an opportunity to strike."
"Heh, I merely took advantage of the situation. This wouldn't have been possible without Madam Konia's tacit approval... It seems she really does love you."
"Of course." Rijeka smirked. "Our grandmother has doted on me the most since I was a child. How could Yelena possibly compare? Now that we're competing, of course she'll support me."
"In that case, I'll go make the preparations."
"Go on."
A few minutes later, Yelena entered the room. A woman in her sixties with curly hair was sitting on a sofa in front of the fireplace, watching the flames.
