The front lines were a place of bloodshed. Why would the Saint be here? Could Liu Siruo have failed to gather accurate intelligence when scouting the enemy? Wakako wanted to use the communication stone to question Liu Siruo, but she didn’t have the chance. Footsteps were closing in outside the tent, and she could faintly hear suppressed growls as they…
Mios, Royal Palace. A crumpled, lengthy scroll lay spread before the Queen. It was an urgent message from Nanling City. It detailed everything that had occurred on the front lines, no matter how small, and had been delivered to the palace immediately. This message had been personally written by three mercenaries. She read it in silence, her face revealing nothing,…
The woman who entered wore a well-tailored red dress, adorned with gemstones of varying sizes that clinked together as she walked, as vibrant as a fiery sunset. She was strikingly beautiful, with meticulously drawn eyebrows and rouged lips, clearly having taken great care with her appearance. Wakako found her somewhat familiar. But she wasn’t Miki. Of course not. The Saint…
Nanling. This small city, situated on the border of Mios, may not be considered wealthy, but it boasts towering, thick walls built over years of constant warfare to protect against raids from the army of the Eagle Kingdom. Driven by the instinct for self-preservation, most residents of Nanling have practiced martial arts since childhood. While they might not be masters…
News of the Saint spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the continent in a remarkably short time. Before Mios could react, the level of unrest among the populace had spiraled out of control. Wakako traveled by sea, then by land, arriving in the capital of Mios twelve days later. The identities of the mercenaries were shrouded in secrecy, even…