Chapter 828- General of the Second Army


    One of the women with exceptional grace and wearing spectacles on her eyes, spoke. She was none other than Ate. Beside her, the always gloomy and finicky Emma stood. Her fingers were at this moment extended as they pulled and tugged into the air. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    If one had special discerning eyes, one would be able to notice that Emma was not simply pulling and tugging the empty air but instead numerous thin threads the likes of which are impossible to see with naked eyes, extended from her fingertips and interwinded around the room.


    The threads, covertly sealed off the body of the assassin thus locking him in his ce. That was not all, these threads were no ordinary threads, they channelled some kind of energy that prevented the target that got caught in it from using their skills.


    The assassin although had decent skills, did not have the discerning eyes to recognise the threads binding him.


    "Who are you?" he questioned. The fact that they were aware of his intrusion and were even able to lock him in his ce, meant that they were fairly high levelled or at least possessed powerful skills.


    "You don''t need to know about that. Just know that exiting this ce won''t be as easy as entering. Besides, you seem to be fairly knowledgeable about the internal workings of ckthorn. It would be a good thing to keep you here" Ate did not mix any words and directly told the assassin his fate.


    "Haha, you n to interrogate me?" Hearing Ate''s words the assassin startedughing loudly.


    "It''s useless. Assassins like me are trained since birth, there is a special imprint in my brain that manages the information. Every piece of information and knowledge in my brain has been erased once the mission ispleted. You won''t find anything useful even if you interrogate me. So go ahead and do it… ahaha".


    Ate and Cynthia narrowed their eyes. It seems that the way ckthorn did things was quite decisive and brutal. They did not even hesitate to nt such a vicious imprint in the brains of their fighters.


    Looking at things from another way, it also showed how tricky and powerful of an opponent the kingdom of ckthorn was. Putting special imprints on one''s brain wasn''t easy. The fact that they could put this kind of imprint on every soldier and fighter they bred, meant that they possessed some kind of artefact that could do that or had the aid of someone who did that for them.


    If it was thetter, things could be a little serious. Recognising that the man was telling the truth, Cynthia sighed and asked Ate to release him. Thetter looked somewhat hesitant; nevertheless, she followed the instruction and nced at Emma who immediately released her strings.


    Now freed, the assassin smirked and was just about to exit with his skills when…


    "Before you leave, tell this your Marshall and General. In the uing war for the capital, I won''t show them any mercy" Cynthia dered, the aura of a ruler faintly emitted from her.


    Hmph… the assassin snorted and quickly disappeared into faint ck particles.


    "Was it wise to let him go, your highness?" Ate questioned. The man was a level 500 assassin, taking him out here would lessen the burden on their soldierster.


    "There is no point in killing him. Based on what I have heard and seen about the kingdom of ckthorn in the past few weeks, I havee to understand their Modus Operandi quite clearly. if they dared to send that man here, it means that he is just a pawn whose life and death did not matter to them at all"


    "Killing that assassin would serve no purpose. On the contrary, if I let him go, he would bring the news back to their army and our fearless attitude would deter them somewhat" Cynthia answered.


    Sometimes just having a fearless attitude in front of a predicament, was enough to break theposure of your enemies. She wanted the kingdom of Balckthron who becamecent after their continuous wins to get enraged by her reply. That way, during the battle there would be some kind of opening or the other to exploit.


    "If you say so"


    Ate nodded. Since the person she needed to support said that, there was no reason for her to say anything else. That said, as someone who was tasked to see this mission to aplishment, she would stop at nothing to make this a wless work and earn praise from her master.


    As such, she secretly ced a spirit mark of her own on the assassin without him realising anything. After some time, this spirit mark would start affecting him, cing thoughts and wills of her own that would make the assassin do her bidding. This way, she had paced a spy of her own on the side of the enemy.


    "By the way, how goes the infiltration of Sir Theodore and Miss Maybell and the others who follow them"


    Cynthia brought out two more sses from the cupboard and ced them in front of Ate and Emma. With the assassin gone, the three women who had be friends from the many trials they faced over the time, sat down and drank together.


    "Hehe, Thedore and Maybell are the Guardians of Lace. Their power and abilities are without equal. The same goes for the kindred that follows them. Since they have taken the task, Your Highness just need to sit back and rx and enjoy the show" Ate answered with a smile.


    Faintly, Cynthia could detect the tone of pride in her words. This was one of the rarest moments when the maid who was dressed as an adventurer right now, showed any sorts of emotions.


    Usually, she would disy this kind of emotion when talking about her master, the dungeon or herrades. The other times, she would always stay astute and calm without showing any change in her behaviour.


    Cynthia was already aware that the people who stuck with that demon were special as such, she stopped worrying about it and enjoyed the beautiful moonlit night.


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    Capital city, Ellesmere Royal Pce…


    At this moment inside the audience room, seated on top of the throne ced on a high dais, was a man. He was a wearing military uniform that was decorated with numerous symbols and stars.


    He was tall, had short grey hair and his well developed face gave him a seasoned and knowledgeable aura. As hezed on the throne while looking down, he gave off a palpable aura that could even make people above level 500 shudder.


    He was the general andmander in chief of the second army of his majesty, the king of ckthorn.


    "It appears that our enemy has assembled quite an army to resist us. Didn''t you say that we will be able to conquer the north in around another month, Marshall?" As hezed on top of the thrown, he threw a casual question to the fat man standing at the base of the dais.


    "The general need not worry, I stand by my word. We will conquer the north the only remaining bastion for the remnants of the old kingdom in about a month. I have sent one of my subordinates to give thatss who is on the rise recently in the north a message. If she is somewhat intelligent she would no doubt jump at this amnesty that I am willing to give them"


    The man below spoke, a sneer hung on his lips. Simr to the person seated on top of the throne, he too was dressed in military clothes and was decorated with numerous stars and symbols.


    However, if one looked carefully they would be able to see that the stars on his clothes and even his garb itself looked a little less impressive than the general. That said, the intimidating aura he gave off couldn''t be underestimated.


    The man addressed as marshal by the general was none other than Marshall Cavalier whom the assassin spoke of to Cynthia. At this current moment, the two were having a discussion about the affairs of the kingdom.


    "I hope it is the case. However, you shouldn''t underestimate these people Cavalier. They have doggedly held on for half a year even after our kingdom invaded them. In terms of persistence, the people of this kingdom could be said to be at the top" the general warned.


    However, Cavalier took caution to the wind andughed "I think the general is overestimating them. It''s true that it took us longer than we estimated and we have yet to conquer the kingdom. However, how could a small third tier nation bepared to us?"


    "The only reason they were able to hold on for this long is because they are timid and are turtling, just like that first prince of theirs. Even if it''s thatss in charge now, the result would still be the same no matter how big of an army she manages to raise".


    Marshall Cavalier''s words wereced with thick confidence that bordered into blind faith. That said, it was not without any reason that Marshall Cavalier spoke those words after all, there really wasn''t anyparison between their two nations.


    The strongest person that the royal family of Ellesmere had was the Knight Captain named Cyrus who was only around thete level 500. Whereas, their kingdom of ckthorn had plenty of such individuals.


    What''s more, their king was at thete stages of level 600 and was preparing to rise to level 700.