Chapter 528

Saint Deoni was the only one who knew that I was involved with the guys called the Special Operations Command, so naturally, the only one who noticed me was the saintess.

However, no matter how much it was me, I had no intention of attempting to charge Ura by forcefully insisting that the special operations department had come out. He entered the Demonic Territory to help the church, not to get a clue for revenge.

It would be nice to be involved, but that is a subordinate priority.

“Isn’t there a possibility that if the Special Operations Department intervened, it would have already been concluded?”

“If that’s the case, it wouldn’t have ended with the expression bullying. I think it’s right to apply as quickly as possible.”

“If this news is recent, it would be correct, but we have been in the domain of beasts longer than we thought.

Others struggled to analyze the situation in a heated discussion for the first time in a while. Some cautiously submitted their opinion that it would be better to bypass the Leitor altogether.

“Do you know exactly how many troops the Special Operations Department has so different reactions?”

And that scene made me want to start figuring out exactly what it meant for the Special Operations Department to show up in Leitor.

Most of the Demons I encountered when I was inland were probably from the Special Operations Unit, but they were more of a back-and-forth unit prepared to make useful use of the combat troops of the 3rd Army, who could not fight properly on the front.

I know now after running on the front line a few times. Certainly, those who have different experiences from those who rolled as they should on the battlefield are the Special Operations Division in my memory. It was generally like that, except for the crazy bastard who was sashimied by Esmuye’s bodyguards while diving in the sky above the Imperial Academy out of the blue, and the red who became the victim of the first neck-pulling.

However, the special operation department in the demon tribe is perceived as the final weapon of the demon king’s army. The fact that the opinions of those in command right now are split in half is proof of that.

“Ah, the hero is a human, so you don’t know much about them.”

Earl Timsib, the (former) caretaker of Rengei, who gathered opinions at the end of a silent game of notice, continued his conversation while stroking the beard that grew profusely under his slightly fatter cheek, as if he had eaten really hard during the festival.

“The Special Operations Command is an independent unit created by the demon king of the time when he took the throne. It is a group that is secretly managed so that even those who belong to the military do not know the specific organization, but in the social world, it is treated like the demon king’s bodyguard.”

“Not in the military, but in society?”

“Its place in the military is so clear that it’s not even worth mentioning. The Special Operations Department is the supreme commander on the battlefield. Even if there are people there they cannot sway, they are equal, but not inferior.”

I wondered if this was an authority that made sense, but according to the explanation that followed, it felt like the special operations department itself was a hunting dog and cleaner dispatched by the demon king, so it seemed to be close to the necessary power to handle business.

Still, he explained that there had never been a case of appearing in a well-functioning army and causing confusion in command.

“Of course, it’s based on rumors, so we won’t know until the post-processing is done well enough that rumors don’t circulate.”

And if that attempt started from the moment we entered the domain of beastmen.

If so, Count Timsive explained that not only was that information already too late, but there was a possibility that it could have been transformed into ‘wrong’ information that could endanger us.

“I’d like to believe that since we were in the domain of beastmen, we wouldn’t have been able to fully grasp our footsteps... but if we had made up our mind to arrange Laitor in advance in case of an emergency, then that place would already be in the hands of the demon lord. It’s different from the county, where troops are more threatening than strong walls.”

If you give up and bypass Leitor’s gate, you can avoid having to deal with Leitor’s forces and the Special Operations Unit together, although it will take a long time and other variables may arise. It was the basis for those who insisted on detour, and it was a content that was sufficiently convincing.

That being said, if their claim to go to Leitor is nothing more than unfounded assertion, that was not the case either.

They argued that crows are just animals that have nothing to do with demons, so if the telegram from Leitor came a long time ago, it would have already passed through the realm of beasts and reached us. In the first place, while presenting an extremely common-sense basis that the domain of beasts is only the boundary we divided.

Since there has been no history of receiving a telegram through crows in the domain of beastmen so far, it was a mere cerebral remark, but it was a very reasonable remark because the barrier opened by the beastmen did not have the effect of forcibly blocking the inflow of the outside.

So go and help. Those who may be fighting evil cannot be abandoned by speculation alone. They insisted on going to Leitor.

Of course, those who had different opinions were divided into priests, knights, and nobles, and it was all the more problematic because neither of them were wrong. You might think it’s okay if you just send a scout, but since it’s quite a distance from Leitor, you can’t hold out here until the scout checks the situation and returns.

A situation in which one or the other is inevitably forced. Inside of me, I already had a stronger desire to go to Lightor even without the special operations department, but people could be swayed by looking at me for no reason if I gave my opinion first, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and watch the reaction.

Even Carl Kansi, who had been staring at the map alone for a long time, was unable to find a compromiseable side road and shook his head. Surprisingly, it was Emmet who evoked the atmosphere of the command post that was starting to overheat little by little.

“It seems that opinions are divided.”

Emmett, who gathered attention with a single word in a low-pitched voice that was neither loud nor small, naturally looked at Saint Deoni to toss people’s eyes at him.

“I think it’s time to make a decision.”

Everyone’s gaze toward the saintess, this time riding on the gaze of the saintess, was split in half and passed on to me.

I was looking at the saintess silently, sorting out my thoughts on what to say to make it sound plausible.