Chapter 469: 469 468 Words on "Oriental Expedition

Within the walls of Garouamalia. For the unknowable number of times, some people were incessantly frothing at the mouth, while others were snarling with a difficult look on their face.

It was as if everyone present was trying to play some role.

For example, Borvat's Hind-Butse was trying to calmly coordinate the opinions of the entire group, while Eileen-Rae Rachidore was the first to open her mouth to encourage each person's opinion.

From the looks of it, they are probably used to this kind of situation. It is only with their help that the mages, who are a mass of personalities, can manage to have a discussion.

However, the hero's follower, Hao Jian, did not have either of these in mind. Proudly, proudly, the sword snapped its beautiful blade. Lugis, the Lord, just watched the proceedings in silence.

Baotou thought quietly. The Lord and the others are different actors. The participants in the meeting seem to be discussing, but they can never ignore Rougis. Even without saying a word, one of the rulers of this place is undoubtedly the Lord. That is why you are the master.

The treasured sword swayed in the air as it swayed contentedly on Lugis' waist. Well, there's only one person in this place who can stand up to the Lord.

The big man said in a whisper, staring at the discussion as well as Rougis.

"Don't be so eager, Lord Rougis. You'll get nothing in a hurry. There are times when a man must be patient.

"...... Why are you so smug, General? Aren't you worried about your daughter?

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've seen it before. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm worried, of course. But not as worried as you are. Children grow up so fast. He's no longer the Fialaert I knew. Without parental favoritism, that's remarkable.

"Of course he is. I've never known a better sorcerer than Fialat. Including you.

Ha-ha-ha!　Wonderful. The growth of a child and the companionship of a child. It's the best thing for a parent and a sorcerer to be able to see both.

Lugis leaned his back and shoulders back in his chair, his lips quirking up in a stink-eye.

"I'm telling you. I'm not Fialaat's mate. I'm not Fyarad's mate.

The blade of the sword is hotter still at the Lord's waist.

It's true, Lord Lugis is a hero, and heroes love color. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

The sword does not think that this is evil. It is a natural desire of a creature to seek a mate.

But the Lord is different, Baotou shines his blade beautifully. The body itself was like a sharp will.

You and the Lord are already one and the same entity, inseparable, with their souls blended together. If one is lost, the other is lost.

The act of seeking a mate is not only for the purpose of procreation, but also to fill a void in oneself. By gathering together and becoming a stronghold for each other, humans have continued to develop.

That's why Baotou thinks. Since Lord Rougis no longer has any imperfections, why does he need a companion? If there are imperfections in the Lord, only you can fill them.

Without knowing the vivid pulsation of the treasure sword, Mastighios said with a smile.

I hope you are not selfish. I would never say such a thing to someone my daughter did not want.

At the same time that Lugis' expression hardened at the words, he let out an annoying cough. It is clear that he blames Lugis and Mastighios for their banter, which is irrelevant to the discussion.

There was only one person in the room who could be so insulting to the two supreme commanders of the armies.

I apologize. I apologize, but we've just had a lively discussion, and I was hoping you two could give me a few words.

Acting like the embodiment of condescension, Eirene tightened her beautiful smile and said. She didn't even try to hide the quiet rage that was seeping out from behind that expression.

Eileen would never admit it, but she and her colleague Hind are very similar in some ways. Both of them are very serious, especially Eileen, who cannot tolerate others getting sidetracked.

Even if the other person is a superior officer, she will not tolerate someone making small talk in a meeting.

The Mastighios couldn't help but chuckle at the look that pierced Eirene's skin as he said.

"Hmm. I'm glad you're all following me like this again. In the past few days, I've heard more than dozens of opinions, and I generally agree with them. Everyone is right, even though our army is the main force of the Borvat dynasty, we can't just go head to head against the demons and monsters.

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The low voice of Mastighios strangely made people listen. Those who had been arguing with him just a moment ago stopped speaking and listened to his voice.

What Mastighios is saying is true, and it is something that everyone in this room is keeping in their hearts.

No mere man, military or individual, can stand against the Great Demon. If the great demon Vriligant wielded his wings and covered the sky, the army would be destroyed at that point. If he were to do it personally, it would be too much to ask.

Whatever means are used, we must avoid such a disaster. In that case, it is better to run away and save your life. As long as you are alive, you have a chance to rebel.

As he said this, Mastighios exchanged opinions with his men. If he were to be honest, he was mildly surprised at the sight of him and his men.

They must know what a demon and a demoness are. Some of them may have even recognized the threat up close.

No human with normal sensibilities would think of fighting them once they saw them. It is not a pale cowardice, but a biological instinct not to go against a stronger species.

No rat would willingly face a lion.

But the humans of Borvat, still mere humans, have decided to turn on those demons. Is it because they are braver than men? Or is it that the mastighios who leads them is superior? Bokken does not know.

But he is neither dismayed nor contemptuous of the men of Borvat, though he marvels at them. No matter how it started, Bokken affirms their bravery.

The sword itself is a symbol of courage and wisdom, and a synonym for fear. I love those who can overcome fear and resignation.

Therefore, I bless those who choose courage even in the face of fear. Even if the end is not a happy one.

But still, the sword had one concern. It was a demon. The gears, the mechanical demon Lovell.

He didn't think Lord Lugis would be defeated by her, but he didn't want to get involved with her if he could help it.

The reason is because I don't know what she's capable of. There are so many things we don't know about her, her thoughts, her source, her demons.

Prehistoric times, before the age of myth. The first mechanical gods to touch the earth. The race they created is distinct from all other life forms to any degree. You could call it a completely independent race.

They are neither human nor demon in nature. Although they are the original life of this world, they are the bane of this world.

Perhaps it's because they were such a strange race. Perhaps that's why Althea once drove them to the brink of extinction. The only one who survived was Lovell, who became a demon.

What Baojian is most concerned about is what Lovell has done to the Lord's body.

It's not sorcery, it's not physical destruction. It's not some kind of poison. There is no abnormality on the part of the master, but only a sense of discomfort.

It is precisely because of this state of affairs that Baojian is more careful with his blade.

I'm not sure what to do," he said, "but I'm going to have to seek help from within Borvat if at all possible. If we can't do that, then we'll have to find a way to isolate the demons and demons from the rest of the demons and create a situation where we can destroy them individually. If that is not possible, then...

Mastighios gestured and ran his finger across the map.

"We'll pull back and retake the mainland of Borvat in coordination with the other nations. Or we could force our way through. We'll force open a blood channel and destroy the demons and monsters. Excellent. Whichever path we choose, the cause will be at our back.

What do you think, Lord Lugis?" Mastigios said with a dignified yet smiling face. Rougis responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

Baofeng thinks. I'm not sure how this magic general can be so easy on the Lord. I'm sure you're not the only one.

"Noblemen love a good cause, General. Of course we'll take the quickest course. Time is always our enemy.

"Men fight because of a cause, Lord Lugis. There aren't many who can fight without a cause. Whether their nature is good or evil.

Mastighios hears Lugis' words and takes the piece on the map. Slowly, he moved it to the east. The target was the Borvat Dynasty. Mastighios himself seemed to have made up his mind to do so even before he heard Rougis' words.

His eyes flickered with a quiet passion. It was a clear sign of hostility and the will to fight. Even though he was wounded, Mastighios's own will had not decayed. In fact, he's even stronger than when he was following the demon.

The reason for this is not clear even to Mastighios. Is it the presence of his daughter, or the presence of a heroic figure?

But whatever it was, there was no one left to stop him.

In a few days, when all armies are ready, the heraldic and Borvat armies will launch the first ever allied expedition to the east. Everyone knew they would not return alive. That's what they were prepared for.

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