The Mist Alliance was a new faction that would rise up. However, there were some things that needed to be decided beforehand.
Strategic planning, or perhaps I should call it a general division of the regions. If these couldn't be decided quickly, there would likely be endless disputes in the future.
The first thing that needed to be decided was the location of the headquarters. Or, perhaps I should call it the location of the capital.
There were a few suitable locations. Diffindor and Antoon were both excellent candidates.
Diffindor was the God of Law Wumianzhe's holy land, the Sinless City. It was also quite suitable for displaying the God of Law's special traits, so it would be fine to be the new capital. At the very least, with Diffindor as the capital, I wouldn't have to worry about the public's support and defending the city.
"Try attacking the God of Law's holy land. Law job class members that are several times stronger than usual are waiting for you. Perhaps Wumianzhe will personally descend to the mortal world to deal with you."
Diffindor, the capital that would never fall again, was indeed quite attractive, especially for me personally. I also hoped that Diffindor would be able to swiftly rebuild with the resources of the entire Mist Alliance so that the Northlands' former capital could be restored to its former glory. However, it was obvious that Diffindor wasn't the best choice.
As for the latter, Antoon was the largest city in the entire Northlands. Its businesses and industries were all quite developed, and due to a certain person's surrender, this city had been preserved relatively well from the flames of war. As long as some resources and funds were invested, it would be possible to make it flourish again.
As Antoon's political status rose, its well-established trade routes would be of great use. Plus, the Mist Alliance also had tax-free trade routes, so it was only a matter of time before it became a major commercial city.
Even though both cities had many advantages, in the end, I still helplessly gave up on choosing the two countries' capitals as the headquarters, choosing Red Maple City instead.
Yep, it was this ruined city that had already been reduced to rubble. This was originally only a second-tier city in the Sleuweir Kingdom, and its most famous landmark was its war history museum. After this battle, the museum would probably have many more collections to add to its collection.
After more than two months of war, including cruel street battles, and even a God's Descent, it would be an exaggeration to say that this place was in ruins. If this was the capital, it would be no different from peacefully building a city. But in the end, I still chose it.
The reason? Only this place was suitable.
Although the Mist Alliance would definitely have the People of the Mist at its core, it would ultimately become an alliance of many different species and countries. If the Mist Alliance chose Antoon or Diffindor, which meant that choosing Donglan or Sleuweir as their capital would be far too obvious in terms of politics.
The result of this would be that the other allied countries would definitely be wary of us in the future, and it would also be detrimental to the equality between the People of the Mist and the other species. That was why I could only give up on these two seemingly perfect options.
Politically speaking, choosing this battlefield where the various species and countries of the Northlands had allied together to fight against the invaders would make it the future capital of the Mist Alliance. At the very least, this would give the participating soldiers a natural sense of closeness.
Perhaps this would even give the participating countries the impression that the Mist Alliance was independent from the other countries, so that they wouldn't retaliate too much. If I could accomplish this, that would be my greatest victory.
Of course, since the Sleuweir Kingdom and the Donglan Principality were the two countries of the People of the Mist as the core, it would be impossible for the Mist Alliance to be completely independent. But at the very least, it would be possible for the Mist Alliance to maintain its reputation.
Even if I decided that Red Maple City would be the capital, Antoon and Diffindor wouldn't give up on it. Diffindor, which was already unlikely to fall, might be relatively remote and barren, but it could definitely become a logistics center, a military center, and a technological center. And Red Maple City's special status as a Guiltless City would allow it to become the Church of Law's headquarters. It would also be like Sulfur Mountain City in the past, creating a place where different species could coexist together in order to attract even more believers of Law.
As for the Sleuweir Kingdom's Antoon City, it would be sufficient for it to continue acting as a commercial center. Of course, I still had a series of other plans that I wouldn't discuss here.
I could predict that based on current developments, Diffindor in the south, Red Maple City in the center, and Antoon in the north would become the three most important cities in the Mist Alliance's lifeline. In fact, I was even considering setting up a regular airship route between these three cities. At the very least, these three cities would become the People of the Mist's dream home, and the already destroyed Mist Kingdom would begin its revival once more.
Of course, while ideals were beautiful, reality was often cruel. My plans had already been calculated for ten years, but the Red Maple City before me was still nothing but rubble.
Today, while Red Maple City was still immersed in the joy of victory, outside of a three-story building in Red Maple City, there were sentries every few steps. Security was extremely tight.
This place used to be a base that Red Maple City had given to the people of Donglan. After that, it was given to Olivia, Timlad, Amelia, and the other technicians to be used as a logistics and research base.
Due to the intermittent sounds of explosions and screams of pain, along with the occasional large fire and mushroom cloud, this place became a plague zone in the eyes of most citizens even during the relatively peaceful post-war period. Nobody dared to approach it.
There was a reason why this place was so heavily guarded. There was an incredibly important surgery going on here, and the people involved were all incredibly important. There was no room for any mistakes.
But since Amelia was the one performing the surgery, it wasn't wrong to call it an experiment.
The spacious room was completely empty and there was not a single sound to be heard.
There was no one else in the empty room. Even though this surgery was incredibly difficult, Amelia obviously trusted the vine assistant that she had personally cultivated more than the rookie assistant who was prone to making mistakes.
This was a typical witch's room. There were cursed dolls, scarecrows, live lizards in glass bottles, and strange drawings that reminded people of vicious curses. Of course, there was also a gigantic magic pot that was a witch's trademark.
Strange magical runes were drawn on top of the pitch-black pot, and the thick black liquid inside it gave off a disgusting stench.
Actually, the things floating in the pot were even more disgusting. The silly cat, dark green herbs, strange gems, and living plants that were screaming in pain. It was likely that no one would want to drink a single mouthful of this.
And right now, Amelia, who was sharpening her knife, wasn't using her usual tools. Instead, she was using an adamantine saw to cut an unknown green object.
"Ha, it's finally done."
Putting down the electric drill and saw, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. The bloody piece of light green meat was finally cut off. Then, she threw the piece of meat, which was still dripping with green blood, into the pot. In an instant, a green mist gushed out, and the bonsai next to the pot withered instantly.
"Hey, that's not right. This is obviously poison! Hey, Amelia, just what do you intend to do? Didn't I want you to perform the surgery? Why did you concoct poison? "
As the person involved in this surgery, my intestines were green with regret. But after I was injected with a large amount of anesthetic and a paralysis spell that was enough to paralyze a Winter Wolf, I couldn't feel anything below my neck.
Thus, even though I saw that something was wrong with Amelia, I couldn't move from my bed and could only shout in regret.
"As expected, I should have looked for Marguerite. Damn it, where did they sneak off to this time? Hey, Amelia, how could these things have anything to do with the surgery I requested? You can't be thinking of taking revenge on me, right?! "
Looking at the witches giggling foolishly as they stirred in the pot with the saw, I felt more and more suspicious. After all, I had accidentally and severely offended Amelia and Lilith recently.
Although I immediately apologized sincerely after the incident, and used a three-hundred-page thesis to prove that the perverted … perverted prince's actions had absolutely nothing to do with me, sometimes when a woman's anger gets to her head, she'll directly go for the results. It would be strange if she could reason with me.
But I was still considered lucky. At least I could still move my head after being anesthetized (deprived of consciousness). The other person involved in the surgery was lying beside me, unable to even raise her head.
Grimm (Glina) was tightly bound by chains. Her fearless eyes were filled with fear, and her tightly bound mouth was making whimpering sounds. Although she was struggling, I knew that she was definitely unable to open the chains. Why would I know? That's because I was the one who tied her up …
Cough, back then, in order to prevent her from running away, I purposely used a special binding technique and an especially sturdy rope. Who knew that we would be in the same boat. Speaking of which, even though it was the binding technique that accentuated her figure, it was still as flat as before.
"Wahhh!"
She seemed to notice my regretful gaze, so her face was filled with anger. But then, she kept blinking at me. Judging from how she was looking down, it seemed that she was trying to guide me to look at something. But with just one glance, I was startled.
"You want me to look below your waist? Hmm? Why are you lifting up your skirt? There's a red fuse … You actually put explosives in your skirt? Aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up? "
As expected of a natural-born explosive maniac. Underneath her long lace skirt, yellow explosives were actually tied to her snow-white thighs. Underneath her entire skirt was a dangerous arsenal.
As the queen of a country, Grimm was quite ridiculous. She still spent most of her time and energy on her hobby — creating new types of bombs.
But obviously, the maids and aides in the royal palace wouldn't allow the queen to play with explosives all day long. She lacked a sense of security and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice. So, she simply hid the explosives in a very obvious location. Naturally, no one dared to touch them.
"You want me to open the explosives? Blast open the ropes? "
Grimm kept nodding. She was doing her best to lift up her skirt, and her gaze was fixed on the shortest of all the explosives. That was the extremely small amount of gunpowder that could be used right now.
"Three datura grass, two cursed ghosts, and these precious mushrooms. Hehehe, they should be delicious."
I gritted my teeth as I looked at the witches who were happily stirring a large pot of medicinal soup. That rainbow-colored mushroom was obviously a super poisonous substance. Judging from what she was saying, Amelia was clearly delirious.
"She's completely unreasonable when she's crazy … Let's go all out."
And so, I could only use my chin to support myself as I slowly moved my head under Grimm's skirt. Why did I sound so perverted? Fine, I should rephrase it. I was doing my best to move my mouth towards a certain location on the little girl's thighs … Fine, that was even more perverted. I might as well not say anything.
When my white thighs appeared in front of me, I felt dizzy. I felt like a brand new dark history was about to appear. But, at this point, it wasn't the time to hesitate.
If someone discovered that my head was under her skirt, and news of my action of licking her thighs spread, my reputation would be completely ruined.
"Roland! What are you doing!? "
I paused in surprise when I heard this. Wasn't this Eliza's voice? I then stuck my head out, and as expected, the person who greeted me was my furious demon girlfriend.
"I was worried that something had happened to you. I've always wondered why you suddenly took in an adopted daughter. So it was because you wanted to play as an Onibaba! "
* Boom! *
Fine, this time, I wasn't beaten up by someone else. Since Eliza was here, at least my life was saved. However, my current appearance was far too embarrassing. I didn't know how to explain it, so I simply knocked my head against the wall and fainted.
When I woke up from my deep sleep in a daze, I heard Eliza and Amelia's conversation.
"… You're saying that I'm creating a magic potion? Heehee, look, this is my self-created magic potion cooking technique. See, isn't this quite convenient? There's no need for messy steps. All you need to do is add the ingredients, cook it, and you can eat it. This surgery will take at least ten hours, and there's no way to stop it in the middle. I need to prepare dinner and supper first. "
"What's that green thing? It looks so disgusting. "
"Green dragon meat. Although it's a little tough, it's still delicious."
"… Is it delicious?"
"It's super delicious! All you need to do is cook it, and the deliciousness will overflow. How about you give it a try? "
"Detect poison!"
I mercilessly cast a spell that detected poison. Unsurprisingly, I saw a pitch-black glow that represented poison.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot that you probably can't eat poison. For me, food is something I'm used to enjoying. The more poisonous the ingredients, the more delicious they are. Heehee, I'm able to survive just by photosynthesizing, so it's impossible for poison to enter my bloodstream. This soup is good for nourishing my skin, but I forgot that you're still a fragile creature and almost poisoned you to death. I'm so sorry. "
Although she said she was sorry, judging from Amelia's expression, it was obvious that her apology wasn't sincere at all. However, Eliza wasn't willing to be outdone. She took the pitch-black soup in one gulp and drank it all in one gulp.
"Er, it's so disgusting. With such cooking skills, I think I understand why you've never been able to get married."
"Disgusting? You dare to insult my cooking skills!? Hmph, it's clearly nutritious and delicious. There must be something wrong with your sense of taste. "
"Why don't we find a third party to evaluate it and see how it tastes? For example, that bastard lolicon who just stuck his head under a little girl's skirt, that pervert who's clearly awake but still pretending to be asleep and eavesdropping, and that bastard pervert who just took in a adopted daughter and then secretly turned into a ghost father."
If looks could kill, I would have already been cut into pieces. Judging from Amelia's eager expression, it was highly likely that she would be forced to drink this "nourishing soup". I didn't have the ability to be immune to poison like these two. Although I probably wouldn't die in the end, who wouldn't be able to take a stomach wash for no reason?
* Clack! *
And so, I unhesitatingly slammed into her. This time, I didn't hold back at all. At the very least, I definitely didn't intend to wake up before the surgery was completed.
…
"Why don't you become my adopted daughter in the future?"
I was used to planning before taking action, so how could I possibly say something so casual? Actually, there really was a reason why I took in Grimm as my adopted daughter.
"We definitely can't allow Glina and Renée to become Cavendish's vessels again. Any information leaking from them must be stopped immediately."
Although Cavendish helped us this time, it was mainly because he wanted to punish Rose for crossing the line. I really didn't have the slightest confidence that he would stand on the other side next time.
And the two descendants of the Mist were obviously incredibly important. If they were dragged into the Demon Abyss, it would definitely result in irreparable losses. Obviously, the most important thing was to quickly deal with the problem of the demonkin in their bodies. Otherwise, if my information kept leaking, whether or not my plan would succeed would probably depend on Cavendish's mood.
"Powerful Demons treat their direct bloodline as their personal property. From a certain standpoint, it's not wrong. The summoning of the bloodline is impossible to resist, and there's a huge difference between Cavendish and Renée, which makes any method of resistance useless. But, it's not completely impossible. "
There were quite a few demonkin in this world, and the mages' research on them was quite mature. There really was a trick that could remove the ancestral demon's control over their descendants.
"For the demonkin, the 'reins' are tied to their souls. Unless they die, it's impossible to remove them. And if they really die, their souls will most likely be dragged down to Hell by the reins. But, we can change the person holding the reins. As long as their powers come from the same source, we can think of a way to cover them up. "
"For example, if there's a descendant of the Inferno Demons, we can inject a Demon Lord's bloodline into the descendant and use a blood exchange method to turn the descendant into a double demonkin. Then, the stronger Demon Lord's bloodline will naturally be able to suppress the Inferno Demon's bloodline, which is equivalent to removing the Inferno Demon's control over the descendant. And after that, as long as we get rid of the Demon Lord, we will have nothing to worry about. "
I had to admit that this was quite a genius idea. It perfectly utilized the demonization ability of the Demon Lord's bloodline and the law of the jungle. But here, I met with a small problem.
"I have no way of finding a demon with a higher rank than Cavendish. He's an Abyss Prince. Theoretically speaking, only the Chaos Abyss itself has a higher rank than him. Even if we find a demon stronger than him, it probably won't be of any use. Besides, we won't be able to deal with a demon stronger than him. "
But from a certain standpoint, we still found a solution that wasn't really a solution.
"Since we can't force the main reins to change directions, then let's try to see if we can redirect them to a tributary."
My soul wavelengths were incredibly similar to Cavendish's. If I transformed into a demon, my demonic blood should be of the same origin as his. Actually, if we only looked at the power level, my Original Sin Demon God form wouldn't be any weaker than the Chaos Abyss Prince's. Since my demonic blood was of the same origin, it was even possible for the reins to mistake me for its master. And once it locked onto me, I naturally wouldn't let go. Then, I would change my bloodline. Perhaps I would be able to cut off my connection with Cavendish.
This sounded quite complicated, and there were many theoretical problems, but it was actually quite simple to do. All I needed to do was activate my Original Sin Demon God form and transform into a demon of the Chaos Faction. Then, I would transfuse my blood. If everything went smoothly, I would be able to turn Glina from Cavendish's descendant into Roland's descendant through a special magical ritual.
Of course, since they were twins, there was actually no difference at all on a genetic level.
From a certain standpoint, since my blood flowed through her veins, she would indeed become a blood-related relative of mine.
This was also the main reason why I suggested for Glina to become my adopted daughter in order to discard all my other worries.
At this moment, I couldn't help but smile as I looked at Glina who was sleeping soundly next to me.
"I mysteriously obtained a descendant. Is this what it feels like to have a family … Wait a moment, this isn't right. Why am I so happy? I'm clearly still a single man, yet I mysteriously obtained a blood-related daughter as well as a bunch of naughty children. "
* Smack. *
Suddenly, a bottle landed next to my ear. The black, sticky liquid inside was so familiar. Wasn't this the "beauty soup" from earlier?
"Amelia worked hard to make it. Please don't waste it. Drink it while it's hot."
* Smack … *
* Smack. * There was nothing else behind me. This time, I was stopped before I could even touch her. It would seem that it would be quite difficult for me to repeat the same trick for the third time.
The cook Amelia's face was now black from the smoke, but she still had a smile on her face as if she was quite proud of herself.
"Um, don't be in such a hurry. Drink it slowly. There's still a lot in the pot. Um, does it taste good? This dragon-tiger-flavored thick soup was specially prepared for you. "
Countless bubbles appeared on the cauldron. The twisted skull that suddenly floated to the surface of the water, together with the pitch-black liquid in front of me, made me feel incredibly disgusted.
"Master, the stomach lavage equipment has been prepared. There's no need for Lady Amelia to wait for long. Relax, after you die, I'll go to the River Styx and ask for your opinion. "
"… You're already assuming that I'll die? How unfortunate! "
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