The next day, in the Cathedral of the Sacred City.
Messiah sat on a chair and silently watched the entire content of . After that, she fell into a long period of silence.
"Do you have any thoughts?"
Heroria sat beside Messiah. Her voice sounded a little weak.
Yesterday, Heroria defeated the thing that the Inquisition wanted to summon, but Heroria also paid a huge price.
"I always thought that the things that the devil made were just to please us, whether it was or . But this movie …" Messiah looked at the last scene of Andy and Rhett reuniting by the sea and said, "It gave me an indescribable power. After watching it, I felt like I was inspired by the gods."
"In the spellcaster forum, it's called 'God'. In this aspect, I'm too far away from that Chaos Devil."
Heroria stood up from her seat and walked in front of Messiah.
"The portal to Noland will officially open in a week. Is Messiah interested in going to Noland again?"
"Noland … But Madam Heroria, there are still a lot of unresolved issues regarding the Inquisition. Also, our diplomatic relations with the Land of Frost are very tense."
Recently, Messiah became more and more like Heroria's assistant instead of a pure guardian knight.
"You're going to Noland at this time …"
"It's necessary to relax. Moreover, this trip to Noland is a chance to ease the relationship with the Land of Frost." Heroria leaned over and said to Messiah, "The new king of the Land of Frost is very likely to visit Noland personally. This is far more effective than me sending a diplomat to the Land of Frost to persuade those barbarians."
"New king? That kingslayer. " Messiah subconsciously called out the nickname of the new king in the spellcaster forum, but she quickly realized that something was wrong. After a short pause, she asked, "Lady Heroria, how did you know?"
"Because I joined a secret society. Messiah, you should be in it too, right?" Heroria asked.
"Film club?"
Messiah instantly remembered what Heroria was referring to.
A new function had appeared in SMS a few months ago. It was a function called 'Parliament'. After the establishment of the Parliament, it allowed a group of SMS users to chat together.
At the same time, Messiah joined a council called the Film Society.
She had thought that it was just a normal club to discuss movies, but …
"Isn't that association created by the Chaos Devil? I blocked it. "Messiah said.
"Is it blocked? It's fine. " Heroria opened the Weave and flipped through the records of the Film Society. "Noland is holding an offline gathering. I think that's what it's called."
"Offline gathering?"
Messiah tried her best to understand the bunch of new words that popped out of Heroria's mouth.
"It's a gathering of everyone in the society. It's kind of like a ball between nobles."
"That means that the Chaos Devil will be there …"
Messiah looked at Heroria's excited expression and could only helplessly agree to Heroria's suggestion.
… …
The Frostwolf Clan's base in the Land of Frost.
"Has the threat of the Grey Fog been quelled for now?"
Cheil sat in the Frostwolf Clan's ceremonial hall and looked at his subjects kneeling on the ground.
The crusade at the underground ruins of the mine had made the Frostwolf Clan acknowledge Cheil's position.
If Cheil had not miraculously brought back a large number of healing potions at the last moment, the clan leader would have likely lost his second son.
No one knew how Cheil came back alive from the abyss of the ruins. Even Cheil himself was unwilling to tell others that he was rescued by a Sin Devil.
"I'm glad that all of you know who your enemy is."
Cheil stood up from his seat. Just now, the Frostwolf Clan leader had sworn his loyalty to Cheil.
Although there were some rebellious voices within the tribe, the majority supported the new king.
"I think all of you have experienced the horror of the monsters inside." Cheil's gaze swept across everyone present. "Temporarily seal the ruins."
"Yes, sir."
After the Frostwolf Clan leader made his promise, his second son, Ravel, who was still wrapped in bandages, suddenly took a step forward and half-knelt in front of Cheil.
"Your Majesty, I hope to go to the stronghold and serve as a garrison," Ravel said to Cheil as he raised his head.
Ravel's suggestion made the elders of the Frostwolf Clan look at each other in surprise.
"Given your injuries, it's not too late to rest for a while. I think your performance in the ruins has proven … that you are no weaker than your elder brother."
Although Cheil was half Noland, she had also learned the customs of the people of the Land of Frost during her time in the Land of Frost.
The culture of this country was that strength was paramount. There was a tradition among the eight major clans that the person who could control the lifeline of the entire clan must have been someone who had been on the battlefield and experienced killing.
The eldest son of the Frostwolf Clan had served in the stronghold for a period of time. Unfortunately, his body had been cremated.
"My injuries are recovering very quickly. I'll be fully healed on the way," Ravel said.
His second son's eagerness surprised Cheil a little. She was not the only one who was surprised. The other elders of the clan were also a little surprised, but some were very pleased.
"Ravel, I heard that you should have gone to the stronghold to join the army two years ago, but you refused … Why are you in such a hurry?" Cheil asked.
"Actually, Your Majesty, I heard that there's almost nothing in the stronghold. It's just a huge cage, and I can't stand that kind of life at all."
Ravel and the king were considered comrades who had fought side by side, so he was willing to reveal his true thoughts to Cheil.
"But you let me come into contact with the magic net. With this thing, I won't get bored even if I'm really locked up in prison."
The second son's words made Cheil want to laugh, but she managed to hold it in and maintain her cold expression.
"Just because of that?" Cheil asked.
"Also … when I was young, my father made me marry a girl from the White Frost Deer Clan without permission."
Ravel glanced at the elderly patriarch of the Frostwolf Family.
"I've been avoiding this marriage, but now I think it's time for me to face it."
"…"
Cheil glanced at the chief of the Frostwolf Clan. The chief had a gratified expression on his face, as though his naughty child had finally grown up.
If she remembered correctly, the Frostwolf Clan's territory was near the stronghold.
"And I heard from the soldiers who came with you that the betrothed had also joined the army stationed at the stronghold. I wonder if she …" Ravel did not dare to continue.
That was because Cheil's bloody journey to the throne had begun in the stronghold.
Ravel wanted to confirm if his betrothed had been killed in that 'purge.'
"What's her name?" Cheil asked.
"A … Agata. That seems to be her name," Ravel said after a moment of recollection.
Cheil closed his eyes and pondered for a while before shaking his head.
"Don't worry. I didn't execute any soldier with that name in the stronghold. She should be fine," Cheil said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
After discussing the aftermath with the Frostwolf Clan, Cheil led his troops and prepared to return.
"Your Majesty, where do you plan to go next?"
Marshal Amt asked as he rode behind Cheil.
"Marshal, you can settle your clan yourself." Cheil looked at the man who was as strong as a bear behind him.
During this period of fighting side by side, Cheil had a clear understanding of Marshal Amt's nature. He was definitely a reliable ally.
"I won't get involved in this kind of family matter."
Marshal Amt nodded solemnly at Cheil's request.
"I'll dig out the shadows lurking in the clan."
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