In the spacious hall, Kromway, who was tall and thin and had a head of curly blonde hair, sat in front of his desk, frowning tightly.
The battle reports sent back from the frontline were getting worse and worse.
The royal family, who was originally forced into a desperate situation, actually managed to defeat the aristocratic party's army after receiving help from Toristine.
As the leader of the aristocratic party, Kromway had been getting more and more irritable recently.
He wasn't some kind of amazing person.
It was only because he had a good family background and inherited the greatest aristocratic title in Albion.
He was able to get to where he was today not only because of the so-called "Reconquest Party" sparing no effort to help him, but also because of that mysterious lord.
Sheffield.
Kromway knew very little about her.
All he knew was that this Sheffield was a trusted aide of the incompetent king from Gallia.
However, it was this trusted aide of the incompetent king who always used all kinds of mysterious magical props to help him easily control his subordinate's army, brainwash those people, and make those stupid civilians constantly die for him.
Originally, his plan was going smoothly.
But just when he saw the dawn of victory, two mages from another world appeared.
"Eight-cloud Ink … Sister Patchouli Nolei …"
Kromway sighed as he muttered the name that he had heard countless times these days.
He clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the desk.
The latest report showed that the assassins he sent to assassinate Wales and the two mages had failed.
And that Lord Sheffield seemed to have abandoned the aristocratic party.
"Damn bastard!"
The assassination failed, so he could already foresee the coming crazy revenge from the king's party.
"Why, why would such monsters exist in this world!"
"Why did they appear in Toristine!"
"Why would the princess of Toristine be so stupid to help the royal family of Albion!"
Three questions in a row. Kromway's face was ferocious and his eyes were filled with fear.
Going against an army with the power of one person.
Even the most powerful mage on the continent could not do it.
"What kind of world did those two mages come from?"
"Is there something that makes you unhappy? Can you tell me and make me happy? "
In the empty room, a stranger's voice suddenly sounded.
"Who is it?!"
The horrified Kromway raised his head.
In the middle of the room, a woman so beautiful that it took his breath away had appeared out of nowhere.
If it was someone who didn't know, they would definitely fall in love with this beautiful woman who was like a treasure left behind by their ancestors.
However, Kromway had seen that face countless times in the magic portraits sent by his subordinates.
Eight-cloud Ink.
That hateful, damned magician from another world.
"Eight, eight … eight …"
His throat rolled, and due to the fear in his heart, he could not even make a normal sound.
"Bang", the door of the room was knocked open.
"Protect the lord!!"
A pair of guards rushed into the room after hearing the commotion and protected Kromway in the shortest time possible.
Because of the appearance of the guards, Kromway regained some of his courage.
He stared at Eight-cloud Ink and gulped.
"Could it be that you are Yakumo?"
"Yes, you know me?"
Of course I know who you are!
Kromway cursed in his heart, but he did try to put on a smile on his face. The wrinkles on his face were all twisted together.
"May I know why the Eight Clouds Pavilion has come here?"
Yakumo Mo didn't take the guards seriously. Instead, she looked at the decorations in the hall with interest. At the same time, she asked casually, "You seem to have sent someone to assassinate me not long ago, right? So I'm here to get back at you. "
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Kromway tried to calm himself down, but his voice inevitably began to tremble. "Misunderstanding, that was a misunderstanding … Ugh!"
Before he could finish, Kromway felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He looked down and saw a black arm sticking out of his chest. The sharp claws at the front of the arm were still grabbing his still-beating heart.
Behind him, a Succubus was dissipating.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is also a misunderstanding."
Ignoring the dead Kromway and the chaotic guards, Eight-cloud Ink's body disappeared into the gap.
Originally, he had no intention of directly assassinating the aristocratic party's leader. He only wanted to help the King's Party establish an absolute advantage on the battlefield and then return.
In the end, the King's Party was on the verge of victory. Just as he was about to bring Louise and the others back, something like this happened.
The desperate aristocratic party sent assassins to salvage the situation.
Although it was scary but not dangerous — or perhaps not even scary — Eight-cloud Ink was not someone who would happily pretend that nothing had happened after being assassinated.
So before he left, he directly asked Wales for information about the aristocratic party's headquarters and sent those guys to heaven.
Anyway, using magic to control people's minds to achieve brainwashing effects, those who rebelled against their superiors did not need to be tolerated.
Moreover, these people were collecting exorbitant taxes for the sake of war, causing the people to be in dire straits. This made Eight-cloud Ink feel more at ease when he did this.
After sending those people to see Primogenitor Blimer, Eight-cloud Ink and the others bade farewell to Wales and embarked on the road back to Toristine.
With the aristocratic party's leaders dead and their army wiped out, the aristocratic party was no longer a concern. In addition, the royal family still had a good reputation among the people. If Wales and the others still failed, then Eight-cloud Ink really had to admire him. You can even lose like this? How did you do it? Teach me.
⑧
On the way back, as there were no urgent matters and it just so happened that the Toristine Magic Academy was on holiday, everyone was very relaxed.
In addition, Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice planned to walk around and see the scenery of the mainland. They decided to take a different route back to Toristine.
They hired a luxurious carriage. The girls sat inside while Eight-cloud Ink sat on top of the carriage and began the sightseeing journey back.
A few days later, through the information provided by the passersby on the road ahead, Yakumo learned of a shocking matter.
"Flooded?"
"Yes, yes!"
An old man who seemed to be a farmer with a hoe nodded repeatedly.
"The Lagudorian Lake in front has been flooded these days. The nearby villages have been flooded!"
"How can that be?"
Louise looked at the old man.
"How can there be a flood there?"
"It's absolutely true. Why would this old man lie to you, sir?"
The old man explained again and again before Louise let him go, half-believing and half-doubting.
"Louise, is there anything strange about the Lagudorian Lake?" Tifania asked.
"There's a Water Fairy there. Water-type mages will go there to sign a contract with the Water Fairy. How can there be a flood? "
Louise frowned in distress.
Water Fairy?
Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice looked at each other and saw the interest in each other's eyes.
"Let's go take a look!"
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