Chapter 690
It was about 30 minutes after the first engagement that the curtain came down on my one-sided massacre.
In fact, strictly speaking, it was more like an intermission rather than a complete end. I was standing in the middle of a mess of collapsed campsites and corpses, and the Allied Forces had given up on approaching any further and were just surrounding me.
I just made a judgment on my own that there was a high possibility that they would not want to continue fighting since they were only setting up a very obvious barrier with spears and shields instead of preparing for a long-range attack with a crossbow or something.
Honestly, I didn’t really care if the fight continued, but since it might be a preparation for bringing in the higher-ups, I decided to take a quick breather and look at Kakula’s axe that had been working so hard up until now.
“···Something is mysterious·”
Kakula’s axe, which he had been swinging without much difficulty from the beginning, is now lighter than ever.
It could be seen as the result of my fight with Catherine while staying at the mansion, but more than that, it felt like the growth graph suddenly skyrocketed like the coin market graph due to some unknown factor. Even though I fought using only an axe to clearly instill a gap in power between them, it didn’t seem particularly difficult, so it was even more concerning.
I didn’t feel any particular fatigue as I was dealing with the trash with the needle, so I wondered if there were any abnormal symptoms like a surge of divine power that I didn’t know about, so I checked here and there with Este, but...
[There’s nothing wrong? Could it be that the owner just got stronger?]
···The doubts only deepened.·
“We, the Union of Kingdoms, request a conversation with Eldmia, the warrior of the machine!”
Meanwhile, the road opened towards Levien and nobles with three flags in front appeared.
I clearly remember that the Union had four kingdoms, but I wondered why there were only three, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do if I didn’t respond. The three nobles who appeared, escorted by knights and hoplites, had surprisingly distinct features, so it seemed that there was no chance of confusion about who was who.
Bisil, Ttungtaeng, and the middle-aged man who was full of hostility towards me. While I was already anticipating what they would say, Bisil, who was crying, was the first to speak.
“On behalf of the Kingdom of Pazson, I ask you: What is your motive for committing such an atrocity?”
But somehow the way you speak is far from common etiquette.
He asks me what I’m doing. Of course, this is the expected result, but unlike what I expected him to start by explaining who he is, he gets straight to the point. Even though the fat guy who saw him didn’t show any particular reaction, the hostile middle-aged man openly frowns, which amplifies my curiosity.
Well, you’ll figure that out later. For now, let’s focus on leading the conversation.
“What atrocity?”
Just leaning over the axe and asking the question made Pazson’s representative, Bisil, flinch and his guards squeak. He showed himself so confidently that I thought he had some kind of power, but judging by his reaction, it doesn’t seem like that.
While I was feeling anxious in another sense, wondering if he still didn’t understand the situation after doing all this, the fat man answered while leaving Pazson’s secret room to listen to my question and bewildered.
“What atrocities! You attacked the Allied forces’ camp without permission and massacred innocent soldiers!”
“This is Zagnella Bus Beluinio.”
And then he glares at me as if to say, ‘Do you know who I am?’
I was shocked by the self-introduction of CEO Pazson, who was still lying there and couldn’t get up, but I was even more shocked by the confidence he had, which I don’t know where it came from, but he acted as if he really knew himself.
“The self-introductions are a mess. Some people only say their country’s name, while others only say their own name. Is there a law that says I have to know each and every one of you?”
I wanted to start a conversation and everything, but I held back and kept telling him to introduce himself properly. For some reason, the face of the middle-aged man who introduced himself as Jagnella started to turn bright red.
“What? Are you really saying that nothing comes to mind when you hear my name?”
“I don’t like repeating myself, but why do you think I know you?”
I’m so dumbfounded. If someone saw me, they’d think I was insulted.
Is it possible that my frustration and irritation are being covered up by the pitch, and that’s why I keep reacting like that? If there wasn’t a representative, I would have just started by hitting, but really...
“Are you really going to say that you don’t remember Gwillow Bus Beluin!!”
... As I thought about it, a middle-aged man named Zagnella shouted at me as if something had exploded.
Gwill···?
“Who is that?”
I really don’t know
If it weren’t for the helmet, I would have picked at his ear and asked him. Looking at his appearance, I think he mistook me for someone or someone who died by my hand... Are there just one or two such guys?
Rather, I was furious because of that twisted noble symbol that wanted me to remember every single thing, and the person in question was gritting his teeth as if he was the worst person in the world and was about to foam at the mouth.
“He is my son who would have devoted himself to the kingdom as the next Commander of the Magic Knights if you had not killed him at the Imperial Academy!”
Oh, was that him?
After hearing the story, the image of the guy came to mind and overlapped with the man looking at me with bloodshot eyes. It wasn’t just the appearance that overlapped. Now that I look at it, the large ring with a jewel on it seems similar to the ring that bastard was wearing back then.
Even the seemingly insignificant temperament and common sense are similar!
“I was so stupid because I resembled that Ludra?”
It was so touching that forgotten memories came back vividly, so I answered the bastard’s cries with a hollow laugh, but Zagnella ended up foaming at the mouth.
It was a really unsightly sight to see someone come out and pretend to do politics.