"For this honor praised by the despicable and hypocritical superiors, today they will pay with their lives." The leader's voice echoed on the corpse. These words were also full of the smell of blood, and Kaampang thought of Sir Wexton who was unable to go to Brumnot. He shares my fears and is driven by them. If I remembered my mother, I should have left with him. He may not have thought about it this way. However... the knight never left the leader's room again, and Kaampang decided to become the Mystic.
"This is our sincerity," the leader said.
Needless to say who it was for. Caampon now told himself to forget the demons and call them the Nameless Ones, and he didn't mind changing his tune if Sylvanus had a better idea. But Kaampang believes that not everyone can accept this fact. Someone will object, even if they won't say it. But the leader is a keen and suspicious leader. He can detect Wexton's shrinkage and he can also detect others'.
It seems that more magic warriors will follow my command...
"We killed the demon hunter." At this time, a voice whispered in his ear. Kaampang almost looked back. "What do you think will happen to us?"
He didn't have to look. The voice seemed familiar. That eventful adventurer. Kaampang suspected that he was being targeted. There are many people who covet his position, but no one dares to challenge the leader's authority. Humph, it would be better to let these thoughtful adventurers go find trouble with the devil. Ka'ampang will soon become a mysterious creature. In his opinion, these mercenaries who later surrendered cannot be more trustworthy than he, a confidant who was completely trained by the leader himself. "We will win," he told the guy, warning himself.
"If the Demon Hunter dies during his tenure, all the knights in the world will be angry."
If their anger cannot reach heaven to be heard, then it means nothing. Kaampang was unwilling to say it directly: "The leader will have ways to calm down his anger or face him forcefully."
"Which one do you think is possible?"
The answer is self-evident. Caampon found Silvanus in the sea of people through the reflection of the mirror. I swore allegiance to him, even though the value of the oath was not worth mentioning to me. But I can't leave either, at least not until I become a mysterious creature. Will the leader anticipate my hesitation? Like he knew Wexton? What methods will he use to control me? Black magic, or...
He suddenly realized that he was considering the details of being a deserter and couldn't help but avoid the leader's gaze. The interrupted ceremony actually made me feel happy. Kaampang suppressed all thoughts and decided to forget his worries for the time being. To be honest, he thought his thoughts and worries were useless.
There is only victory. Kaampang thought. Only victory can influence my choice. If only his choices could influence victory...that would make all trouble become triumphant. He admits to fantasizing about that day. Yes, everything is a breeze.
The adventurer in black cloak stood quietly in the shadows, maybe he was thinking about the same thing. No matter it is the leader Sylvanus or Kaampang, no one can know what a person is thinking at this moment.
"These ferocious messengers have brought us long night lights." said the leader. "We have all understood the care from within the red walls. Now it is time to return the favor. Occupy their palaces, destroy the decayed system, and rebuild ours. Home!" The sound pushed him to the top. The blood from the corpses merged into rivers, injected into the gaps between the stone bricks, and moistened the carpet fur. "I hope you will remember every word I say next." He ordered, "Assemble the team immediately and search every demon hunter team that leaves the protection of the red wall. Before the fog intensifies in the evening, we must find those who are trying to pollute us. No one will be left alive in the new home."
That's it. Kaampang is no stranger to war. He didn't have time to become the Mysterious One, which didn't matter. He wouldn't go into battle to kill the enemy himself anyway. What controls the magic warrior is not only the magic of the leader, but also the mysterious items praised by the leader. He should be surprised that a small piece of paper can do this. However, there are ten times more mortals than these things, and Ka'ampang can command these fools with ease. Mysterious shortcuts seem to pale in comparison.
He returned to the ground and began gathering his men without stopping. "Start the war now?" A certain militiaman even just got up from bed. It is a normal response for men to feel anxious about the progress of the war. They enjoyed strong wine and meat for only a few days, but their fighting spirit and bravery had already been exhausted. The most dismal industry in the outer city now is the flesh business, because these guys almost never pay the prostitutes they have sex with.
"Right now. Get dressed and get out of here."
Demon hunters are not easy to deal with, and Ka'ampang knows full well that these militia teams under his command will probably suffer heavy casualties. But since the leader's requirement is to lose as few magic warriors as possible, he doesn't need to bother with the lower class. Originally, before he knew the leader's purpose, he would have been one of them and didn't think there was any problem. Now Kaampang began to wonder what use these people had to the new city. No wonder the common people were enslaved by the nobles. They were born with no other ability except to work hard.
The streets were submerged in a thick gray fog, no different from the past. Why is the leader so anxious to please the devil? He has power himself. Jazz was right, he couldn't fight against the Sky Realm...but since the demon had succumbed to his rule, what should he use to deal with Croita? Maybe not for the demons, but for the fog. The fog is beneficial to the rebels because magic warriors can hide in the fog. Kaampang rode through the deserted park, his hoofs imprinting on the soil of the empty flowerbeds. This is a common scene in San Carlos. After the rebels completely occupied the land beyond the red wall, the people who could not wield swords and spears returned to their original lives. However, it was getting late and there were disputes, so no one wanted to come out. That’s all.
He was thinking about "those people."
Ka'ampang doesn't know much about the mysterious realm, but the nobles must be familiar with it. Wexton thought that the leader had the courage to fight against the tower by cooperating with "those people". He was very curious about what "those people" were referring to, because he could not imagine that there was a more dangerous weapon in the world than the devil. And Jazz really believes that "those people" can resist the sky realm of the tower... Chloe's history goes back thousands of years, so maybe astrologers have something to be afraid of. Kaampang was deeply skeptical.
"Sir!" A cavalry member soon came back to report, but he was blocked by the magic warrior's spear. "There's nothing to find here. Do you want to go to the next street?"
"Then let's wander around." Anyway, the leader won't put all his hopes on him, and Ka'ampang doesn't need to compete for merit in exchange for status. However, others may regard him as an opponent and pay attention to him at all times without sparing a blow.
He just didn't expect that the other party would have the guts to abandon the leader's order. "What are you doing?"
A black cloak waits around the corner, like a ghost in the fog. It was the adventurer who talked to him, maybe a mercenary. Who cares? They didn't even have to exchange names. "Do you know how he caught the demon hunter?"
"I didn't catch him. You found the wrong person."
"Is that his nameless one?"
damn it. Why can't I forget them? "Get away." Kaampang will soon become a mysterious creature, and with the support of his leader, he has no need to fear any adventurers. "Ask the dead people in front of you, they will definitely be willing to tell you."
Black Cloak didn't respond. His hidden gaze seemed to be staring directly at the magic warrior who stopped him. One of them is Peris Edin. Many people in San Carlos have seen this patrol cavalry captain, and this adventurer may be no exception. "I thought Sylvanus would spare his life so that Anhal could compromise."
"Who is Anhal?"
The black cloak finally moved his gaze to him, and there seemed to be something like this in it. "Your leader didn't say anything to you, did he?"
Kaampang didn't like his attitude. What's more, he knows the leader's name. Perhaps like Sir Wexton, he is an old acquaintance of the leader. This speculation made him even more anxious. "Who are you?" he asked.
"You don't know him either." The other party replied.
Because you never take off your cloak. Kaampang didn't want to cause trouble, so he turned his horse's head and planned to avoid this weird guy.
"Who are those people?"
The horror of being discovered eavesdropping gripped his heart. I'm sure no one saw me! "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here!"
"It was loud, you weren't the only one who heard it."
Kaampang eyed him suspiciously. He would be foolish if he thought that would get me to admit it to myself. "Where are you from? Are you inside the red wall?" He didn't give the other party a chance to answer. "You are a nightingale! Maybe you are also a demon hunter." The magic warrior followed his stern scolding and rushed towards the black cloak that was close at hand in the mist.
I don't crave merit, he thought, but I'm no stranger to false accusations. If Sir Wexton would be killed for fear, there was no reason why the man should show mercy to the leader. "Let him show his face." Kaampang ordered as he turned around and dismounted. One of his feet suddenly slipped in the stirrup, as if the leather were frosted. Kaampang cursed and was about to get up from the ground...
...Black shadows replaced the fog and covered him.
Ka'ampang's vision rose again, still in a moving white mist. A beautiful crystal blade protruded from under the black cloak, just removed from the incision where the blood had solidified. His headless body fell backwards, its muscles and bones frozen solid, bouncing slightly on the ground.
"About me, you guessed it right." The young man shook off the blood spots on his coat. Not far away, the magic warrior stood still, guarding his back like a loyal guard. "But it's a shame you didn't gain his trust."
