Chapter 353 Planning Assembly IV

When Evan was done speaking, he yawned lightly before taking out a juice pack from his inventory and sipping from it.

On the other hand, the Second Sword Luke who was about to speak, stopped and looked at Ralphie and Duke Charles, before gazing at the guild master looking at Dasyra, Sir Czac and Sir Heinr.

Evan noticed this and was initially confused as to what they were doing, but then a certain idea popped into his mind a moment later as he tossed his juice pack into his inventory and spoke out loud.

"Hero of &HMH!OOl"

The boy's words and the weird static sound caught the attention of all those present in the room, with Evan shrugging his shoulders and asking.

"How much of that did all of you hear?"

"…I heard 'Hero of' and then the weird noise obscured the rest."

"As I thought, Laurene really has told you guys that we're Heroes.

Is that girl crazy?! Why the fuck would she do that when she knows that she would receive repercussions for doing so?!"

Evan's slammed his fist on the table as he exclaimed, his sudden outburst surprising them all as they didn't expect the boy to suddenly get angry.

"Tsk...And I can't even ask you what repercussions she received because she wouldn't let you guys notice it even if she was coughing out blood and losing her levels."

The boy angrily sat down back on his seat, before taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Please tell me she didn't tell you guys how many we are?"

"…"

"…she did, didn't she?"

"...she didn't exactly state so, but she gave us enough hints to make an inference."

Evan could only sigh when he heard Ralphie's delayed reply, turning to Sir Czac and asking.

"Did the Chief Grand Magus tell you everything?"

"…He told me some things but I doubt what he told me was everything."

"I see."

Turning towards Amelie and Sir Heinr, he asked.

"And I'm guessing Artemisia told you two."

When they nodded in affirmation the young hero counted the people in the room, momentarily sinking into his thoughts right after.

"There are eight listeners, six were previously aware and two were not.

Normally, I still wouldn't be able to say a thing, but the fact that I was able to speak is probably because of my lessened restrictions.

Meaning if majority of the people I'm speaking to are aware, I would not be prohibited from disclosing certain bits of information."

His eyes flashed with a strange light as he muttered all this to himself, sighing in exasperation before running a hand through his hair and speaking.

"Going over this again, Laurene and I are Heroes and a threat to the Demonic Hand.

The knowledge that two of the heroes who are future threats to them are getting along is not good news to them so they're gonna take action to nip us in the bud.

So inform the Emperor as soon as you can and get him to place more protection around his daughter.

That's all."

He stood up and walked towards the door before anyone could even say anything in response to his statement.

"I'm going to take a breather before we get back to work"

Leaving those words, he opened the door and teleported somewhere using his skill.

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It was almost midnight when Evan and the Duke, along with the other Officer ranked military personnel finally finished their work for the day.

They were handling all the matters related to the mobilization of the corps that the Second Sword had arrived from the capital with, further renewing the boy's desire to take all of the Eighth Finger's money.

"I don't think I've ever seen such a huge amount of money reduce to zero within just a few hours."

The boy flipped a gold coin in his hands as he tossed his jacket on a random chair, after removing the badges and insignias on it and placing them in his inventory.

"Ralphie really brought a good number of formal outfits tailored for me by the Duchess.

Some were slightly larger but the others fit perfectly, making me wonder just how she figured out my size.

Did she just guess or she used Arnold as a reference?"

He stared at the communication device in his hands that had a direct line to the Duchess, before sighing and tossing it back into his inventory, deciding to think about other matters for now.

'Each of the 'Ten Great Swordsmen' has an honorary military rank, huh?

Now that's something that was only mentioned in passing in the game. As such, I didn't know just what army ranks they would be given.

After all, during the war quest, the Ten Great Swordsmen had their hands full with the Seven Star Generals and the Demonic Hand to care about leading troops to battle.

But to think that the 'Second Sword' was a Lieutenant general.

That's like the third highest Army rank possible.'

Evan collapsed weakly on his bed without even bothering to take off the rest of his clothes, staring at the ceiling in silence as he thought about the sheer number of troops that the Second Sword had come over to Cheverton with.

'Five Divisions, that's at least fifty thousand soldiers.

Plus the twelve thousand already here, and the seven thousand from the Church, along with thousands of adventurers, Knights of Cheverton, and Mages of Kasteblum.

Adding the military personnel already under the Duke's command, we're looking at a force that's more than a hundred thousand strong here.

Just what battlefield are they all gonna fit on?'

He sat up and picked up a map of the Cheverton Duchy, looking at the estimated area that the North Western Savannas covered and sighing in relief.

"It's large enough to accommodate that many soldiers, the undead they'd be fighting, and still barely have just enough space for Grandmaster-level battles to occur without collateral damage and friendly fire.

Though it'd be a different case if the grandmaster-level undead mix in with the random mobs, that's when things are gonna be tricky.

What's more, the 'hidden boss' fight between the Second Sword and the Eighth Finger's trump card; that's another point of notice.

Because, anything or anyone lesser than A rank level within the vicinity of the area where the Second Sword and the Eighth Finger's trump card fight, would die, even Ralphie and the Duke would be injured if they aren't careful."

Evan sighed as he thought about how he was going to have to explain his plan for the inevitable scenario where Vazgan attacked Bultom City, as well as the strategy for dealing with the Eighth Finger's trump card, while not being able to tell them about said trump card.

"I'm getting a headache just thinking about it."

The boy's brow twitched in annoyance as he laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling once more.

"I feel stressed out.

I wanna vent out my stress on something.

Guess I'm gonna have to use the undead to vent, huh?"

And like so, the young hero declared a future fight scene within the next few chapters of the Arc, before slowly drifting to sleep right after.