Chapter 347 - Volume 3
Chapter 126 – The scheme in the dark
“I’m so angry that I’m at a loss for words!” Faena kicked the wall of the Ember Tulips Inn, but her thin pointed eyebrows that were like thin sword blades immediately went up with regret: “O-ouch!”
She turned her head back to find Rono and another handsome youth. The latter wore a black uniform that was tailor-made to bring out his figure, along with a pair of comfortable gloves made from the hide of a mink. There was an eye-catching silver flower embroidered on the chest area of his shirt.
“Rono, Viscount Elman, what did the Lord Commander say?” She asked.
The young boy shook his head: “She warned us to keep a low profile.”
“That’s wonderful news,” she clapped her hands lightly once and looked relieved, “so she won’t be pursuing this matter?”
The slightly androgynous man listened to the contents of their conversation, and he looked at the boy next who was half a head shorter with a seemingly curious expression.
“Lady Faena, may I know what happened exactly?”
“The Holy Cathedral of Fire? Would they even hear us out?”
“I’ve heard that the Aouine man cast a spell that resembles the Sacred Church of Light’s Equipment of Gods. But the truth doesn’t really matter here, what matters is how we describe it.” Delphine brushed her fringe back past her shoulders.
Elman nodded with a smile: “A wonderful suggestion. I heard that the appointed leader from the Holy Cathedral of Fire coming to the Dark Forest is called Amman, who is known as the Bishop of Greed. If that youth encounters him, he would at least get his skin torn off even if he escapes death…… Indeed, we can even stir things further since there are other forces here, it wouldn’t be surprising if conflicts happen.”
Delphine concurred.
“Good!” Faena excitedly shook her fists as she imagined Brendel’s impending doom. She looked like she had vented her anger: “Then let’s get to it right away!”
But Rono was paid attention to the real reason why they came here when he listened in to the suggestions: “Come to think of it, there are more forces appearing in the Dark Forest than expected. Galbu’s wizards, the Cathedral of Fire, Aouine, and even Beastmen. The Lionheart is obviously our Empire’s sacred sword.”
Faena’s passion was suddenly cut in half when the pessimistic boy spoke up, and she sighed: “Why are you worrying so much? There’s nothing to worry about the Beastmen with Lady Veronica around. Galbu’s wizards are merely here to take part in the excitement. As for the Holy Cathedral of Fire, one can say that it has close connections to the King of Fire, and therefore close ties to us. As for the Aouine Kingdom, do we really need to care about these traitors who stole our legacy have to say?”
Rono nodded in regards to this assessment, but he spoke again:
“Hmmm, but does the Lionheart really have anything to do with the strange changes in the Loop of Trade Winds? Our Star Seers detected the Divine Resonance to be somewhere to Randner’s south and somewhere near Chablis instead.”
“It’s normal that we couldn’t find anything. The Divine Resonance’s impact is too powerful for one to find its exact location. We already searched Chablis and moved all the way to the Dark Forest.” Elman said.
“Is it possible that the bunch of undead took it away?” Faena recalled the undead army that they encountered along the way.
“The Holy Swords have divinity in them. The Lionheart, the Blade of Flames, or any weapons related to the Light would instantly reduce the undead to ashes upon contact. They will never be interested in these weapons.” Rono explained.
“Which is why the only place left is the Loop of Trade Winds,” Delphine added.
The topic changed from Brendel’s punishment to their real goal. As they discussed the finer points, a squadron of knights hurriedly entered from the outside.
They first saw Viscount Elman and immediately saluted him: “Captain!”
“What is it? What matter is so urgent?” Elman turned towards them and asked.
“T-there’s something of great urgency, captain! The Loop of Trade Winds has a sudden change!” The knight who replied was out of breath.