Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: The Changing Winds
After issuing the command, Doyle found himself unable to personally visit all the legions in such a critical moment. Instead, a team of messengers, composed of Little Devils, key members of the Little Devil Guild, and Doyle’s clan, was swiftly dispatched.
Outside the Demon King Castle, the bustling Little Devils prepared acceleration scrolls and flying magical devices. With remarkable efficiency, they set out for the front lines, drawing the attention of various demon races within the castle.
In less than two days, the Demon Army’s legions, having received the intelligence, began to mobilize.
Meanwhile, behind the Holy Alliance’s front lines, their legions, which had been quietly preparing, noticed the Demon Army’s movements.
However, the eastern and central battlefields were far from the Demon Army’s base, leaving the Holy Alliance uncertain about their opponent’s ultimate destination. All they knew was that the Demon Army was making significant moves.
The central legions’ westward trajectory, in particular, drew attention.
Several factions, including the United Kingdom of South Sotua and certain Orc and Dwarf tribes—the main architects of the operation—reached a shared conclusion:
“Surely, our setup on the West Line worked!”
“The plan devised by Qiong was a success!”
“No wonder they are from the top intelligence agency of South Sotua. Now, we can proceed as planned.”
The factions braced themselves for the next phase of their operation, their sights set on reclaiming the Dragonspine Mountain range.
The Holy Alliance’s army accelerated their preparations for an impending raid.
Amidst the flurry of activity, Qiong, the legendary former mercenary of the United Kingdom of South Sotua, remained composed.
Inside the Holy Alliance’s camp, nestled within an inconspicuous building, sat the headquarters of “The Eye of Sotua”—the United Kingdom’s elite intelligence agency.
South Sotua’s landscape was a chaotic tapestry of swamps, dense forests, and towering mountains, teeming with monsters. Towns were isolated, and the region’s harsh environment demanded a unique breed of adventurers.
In this mercenary’s haven, assassins, thieves, and rangers flourished. Many of these individuals aspired to join the royal guilds or institutions, where legendary mercenaries like Qiong had made their mark.
Qiong’s journey was extraordinary.
Once a lone adventurer, she rose to fame as a member of the renowned mercenary group “Fishbone.” Her exceptional skills caught the attention of South Sotua’s royal institutions, earning her a place among the elite operatives of The Eye of Sotua.
Despite her fame, Qiong’s origins remained a mystery. Her veiled face and quiet demeanor only deepened the enigma surrounding her. Even her name, “Qiong,” was unverifiable.
Yet, in South Sotua, strength was the ultimate currency. Those who possessed it, like Qiong, could achieve anything.
Seated in her modest quarters, Qiong methodically polished her dark red dagger. Beside her stood a respectful officer from the Royal Glory Legion of South Sotua.
“Master Qiong, the Demon Army is moving west. Thanks to you, the plan is unfolding smoothly.”
“I understand,” Qiong replied in a neutral tone.
Unfazed by her brevity, the officer continued.
“There are additional matters that may require your assistance.”
Qiong paused her task, placing the dagger on her lap—a silent cue for him to proceed.
“The Church of Light and the Golden Peacock Kingdom seem to be plotting something on the western front. They’ve refused to cooperate with us. If they act, the higher-ups request that you monitor their activities.”
His voice lowered, aware of the sensitive nature of the request. Openly spying on allies was frowned upon, but Qiong showed no concern.
“Understood.”
Satisfied, the officer bowed and left the room.
In the heart of the Holy Lieto Empire, the Lady of Light sat within Eden Palace’s meeting room, receiving updates from the Golden Peacock Kingdom.
“The South Sotua coalition, alongside the Orcs and Dwarves, is aiming to reclaim the Vera Plain,” her informant relayed.
The Lady of Light smiled faintly.
“What a… naive endeavor.”
From the other end of the communication, Maria Diana’s voice chimed in, laced with indifference.
“It seems you’re not worried at all, Your Holiness.”
“Why would I be? They have no comprehension of the power hidden within Vera Plain. Without faith to guide them, their plans are doomed to fail,” the Lady of Light replied serenely.
“Even the sanctuary isn’t prepared for a full-scale war with the demons. Their confidence is laughable.”
Maria Diana chuckled.
“True, but will their efforts amount to nothing?”
The Lady of Light shook her head.
“Not entirely. Their assault will likely divert the demons’ attention to the front lines, creating opportunities for stealth operations like yours.”
Maria Diana’s tone brightened.
“Then I suppose I should thank them. My team is ready; I’m just waiting on your word.”
The Lady of Light’s voice turned decisive.
“You won’t have to wait long. Once their attack begins, the Sanctuary Knights will secure the new western line.”
Ending the communication, the Lady of Light gazed out the window of the conference room.
For once, the skies outside Eden Palace, typically clear and sunny, were dotted with clouds.
The weather was about to change.
