Episode 423
Hammer laughs slightly.
Because he had sensed the hidden meaning behind Angela’s words. Hammer was the general manager of the railroad construction. He could be considered Jack’s confidant.
Jack’s entourage, who is currently waging war.
You never know what tricks the cornered Tulcan Empire might employ. They might even form an assassination squad in case of emergency. That’s why it’s dangerous for Angela to be absent.
Hammer felt that there was a hint of worry in Angela’s voice as she spoke.
I’m worried about my brother and I’m worried about the dwarf.
“You seem to have a truly generous heart. And I don’t care if the world is engulfed in war.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s my fault if I die because I chose to do it. I don’t blame anyone or anything. And there’s no reason to assassinate me. Because I’m not the only one who can build this railroad. Assassinating me is the worst of the worst, and a useless thing to do. So don’t worry about that and go.”
The draft of the railroad has already been drawn up. It doesn’t have to be Hammer himself who builds it. There are many dwarves with decent abilities.
“And there are so many people working on the project. It’s okay if one person is missing. I can fill that void.”
Angela, the Red Master, was helping a great deal at this construction site right now. If she left, there would be a blow. In other words, Hammer was just talking nonsense right now.
“If that happens, something big will happen. If something goes wrong, will that man just sit still?”
Hehehe.
Hammer’s loud laughter echoes through the restaurant.
“I don’t know much about the man, but I know he’s not the type of man to get this angry. I’m in charge of all this construction. I take responsibility. So go.”
After spending a few weeks with him, I’ve come to realize that Hammer’s stubbornness is quite persistent.
Angela stands up from her seat.
“… … Then I’ll be away for a few days.”
“Okay then.”
Hammer said to Angela, who was trying to use teleportation.
“There is someone waiting for you, and there is a place for you to return to. So I will wait.”
Angela laughed as she watched Hammer casually say such things. It wasn’t easy to put sincerity into every word, but she wondered if that man was a Casanova.
I didn’t feel bad.
He seemed like a nice guy.
He nodded and said.
“[Teleport.]”
So Angela moved to the Tulcan Empire.
And this was an action that even Hammer did not expect.
It may contradict the previous situation, but I really did not expect it.
Because Hammer thought Angela would go to the Prime Minister of Aveiro or to the kings of the other races who were waiting at the border right now.
Going directly to the Tulcan Empire? I never thought of that. If I had known, Hammer would have stopped me.
Because that’s a place no one should go in the current situation.
Anyway, in the middle of a battlefield.
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The exact place Angela had moved to was in front of the Black Gate. It was about 500 meters away from the capital city gate.
It was a coincidence that I met Jack there.
Jack’s brow furrows.
“Why did you come?”
“……yes?”
“There’s no way something happened on the railroad construction side, and no other troops would have gone around the coast to the Milos Empire. Why did you come?”
Jack is not stupid.
All measures have already been taken.
If there is a problem with the railway construction, it will be resolved by Aveiro, and if it cannot be resolved by the Aveiro line, it will be communicated at that time. But there was no such talk at the moment. Railway? No talk. Then what about the Tulcan troops turning back?
The probability of that is also close to zero. Because the forces felt beyond the Black Gate were clearly all the forces of Tulcan that Jack knew.
About 3.5 million soldiers.
There are a mix of ordinary people and mana users, 40 masters, and 3,000 high-circle mana users.
Soldiers going back?
None. Because we searched through everything. So that means there is no reason for Angela Hell to come here.
“I came because I was curious. I wanted to see if my brother was dead or alive… … .”
“ha.”
When he heard that, Jack’s head started to hurt.
No, to be precise, it was annoying.
“Are you still a Tulcan?”
“……yes?”
“The kids aren’t talking? Why are you here?”
Angela instinctively felt at Jack’s crumpled expression. I was wrong.
Jack said nothing more. He simply waved his hands in the air.
It was a spur of the moment word, and at the same time Angela’s body was covered in light.
Forced teleportation. Angela felt as if her body was piercing through the air. She closed her eyes. And soon she opened them.
This wasn’t the Black Gate.
The Marquis of Cierran, bordering the Tulcan border.
It was the wall there.
Aveiro asked Angela, who had been dazed for a moment. Unlike Jack, who was annoyed, he spoke relatively gently.
“Why did you come?”
Angela told me why.
He went to the Tulcan Empire, met Jack there, and was sent here by Jack.
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When he heard that, Aveiro’s tone changed.
It wasn’t like Jack was annoyed. It was anger.
This fu*king bitch.
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“Are you crazy?”
“……yes?”
No further explanation was needed, because it was truly anger.
“You’re going to see your brother? Don’t you know what your lord is doing right now?”
“… … .”
“Who are you to be involved in this? Are you still a Tulcan?”
Angela Hell. She’s a red master and can be used as a pretty useful power, but what’s the point?
I don’t care about that.
“You said you were the Red Master, but do you have shit in your head? Are you that clueless about the situation?”
Angela was a red master in her own right, so she was equally angry.
Just a 4 circle mana user.
Just as Angela’s energy was about to burst out.
The giant axe swoops down and lands on Angela’s neck.
I turned my head.
A species of giant, heterodontoid creature.
The black-skinned orc looked at Angela silently.
Oak Road Tone Greenhill.
He wasn’t the end.
Behind the elf lord Barbara Guido, who was sitting with her buttocks on the wall, there was a huge being in the shape of the wind.
Angela wondered. Why is this happening? What did I do wrong?
He asked the black man who was aiming an axe.
“What does this mean?”
“What does that mean? It’s just giving a choice to a reckless, idiotic human being.”
“… … Immature?”
Aveiro had the answer.
“Why have you come to my lord’s side?”
The answer was simple: there was nowhere to go.
“So what did you want?”
“… … The Destruction of Tulcan.”
At first, it was Iskandar’s death. But then it changed. The nation of Tulkan was completely destroyed. Angela wanted that.
“Yes, the destruction of Tulcan. The destruction of Tulcan is happening now. Who is doing it?”
It was a question that didn’t even need to be asked.
“He’s doing it alone. You’re joining him? How will it be written in the history that will be passed down to future generations?”
When she heard that, Angela realized why they were so angry.
“Should we say that he moved on his own? Even now, when I see and hear what he does every moment, it is hard to believe. Will future generations believe it?”
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Aveiro’s expression was distorted. It was an appearance that Aveiro had never shown before.
Even Philippe, who has been with him for decades, has never seen Aveiro like this.
There were many people who didn’t know Aveiro well, but even they had never seen anything like this before. They say that when a normally gentle person gets angry, they become very angry. Aveiro was no different.
“You, the Red Master, got involved in such an absurd history that no one would believe. If that had continued, how would history have depicted you?”
“… … .”
“Jack Valantier is said to have destroyed Tulcan ‘together’ with Angela Hell, who was the master of Tulcan.”
This was the key.
Jack declared to the entire continent that he would wage war alone.
It was proof. How much power did the one who claimed to be the protector of the nation called the Milos Empire and the ruler of the continent have? What kind of history did the future emperor of the Milos Empire and the supreme ruler who would rule the continent have?
A chapter of proof written solely by Jack, the footsteps of history that will be recalled for hundreds or thousands of years from this period.
Why are the leaders of the different races here here, if they aren’t all idiots, doing this? Why is Aveiro doing this?
Simple refugee classification? That was only second or third priority.
The first priority was to filter out those who would hold back Jack as he writes history.
But then, in an unexpected place, someone I thought I knew did something that seemed out of the ordinary.
“As the Red Master of Tulkan, you can produce many stories in the history of future generations. Do you know what it means to have carried out secret operations or to have secretly passed on information?”
Angela didn’t answer. Aveiro got angry because she didn’t answer.
He reached out and pushed hard against the axe of Greunhill, which was pointed at Angela’s neck.
Everyone was taken aback by that sudden movement. Even Grunhill, who was holding the axe, was the same.
It gave me strength and I persevered.
But it was too late and the axe couldn’t stop Angela from digging about 0.3cm into her neck.
Angela’s eyes began to tremble. This man was serious.
Aveiro said.
“The Duke of Orc.”
“… … Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I don’t know if this will be my first or last order, but I command you. If the two bitches in front of me don’t answer my questions, you will behead them immediately.”
The atmosphere was cold.
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
“… … I will do so.”
Aveiro may not have the power, but he is smart. He is smart enough to be trusted by Jack and given full authority by Jack. Not once did Aveiro abuse the power he had. This moment was no exception.
From Aveiro’s perspective, Angela Hell was nothing more than a bitch to be killed. No, she was even worse than that. A crazy, filthy bitch.
“I ask you one last time. Do you know what the four of you did meant?”
“… … I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“Of course you couldn’t have done it. If you had, you stupid b*tch wouldn’t have run wild.”
The only good thing is that Jack sent Angela here.
If we had been together even a little, there would have been more work to do, but it wasn’t that bad. That was really, at least, fortunate.
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“Do you know how you died in your past life?”
“… … I have a rough idea.”
