Chapter 135

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Chapter 135: Soldiers of Seychelles, You Need to Rally Together!

Half an hour later, Lolth found herself seated in the Holy Alliance’s command center on the Loess Plateau. Inside a makeshift tent doubling as a lounge, she reclined helplessly in a chair, sipping the hot Seychelles tea offered to her.

To the soldiers stationed there, Lolth appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary village girl who had wandered into a restricted military zone. Realizing their perception of her, Lolth decided to maintain the act.

Pretending to be an innocent civilian was safer than revealing her true identity. After all, any drastic action—be it teleporting away or incapacitating the soldiers—could lead to unimaginable consequences.

With a major battle looming, she thought, better not to be the butterfly flapping its wings.

A succubus appearing behind the Holy Alliance’s new Western Front wouldn’t just be a small disturbance—it would be more akin to an elephant stomping its feet.

Fortunately for Lolth, her disguise seemed to hold. In this world dominated by Magic Perception, the absence of magical fluctuations around her allowed her to blend in as a mere civilian.

When the soldiers asked her about her origins, she answered vaguely, weaving a tale as she went.

“I live in Ditch Village, near Old Mountain Town. I don’t even know how I ended up here,” she explained with a distressed expression.

The soldiers searched their maps for any mention of “Ditch Village” or “Old Mountain Town” but found nothing. Left with no other options, they decided to settle Lolth in a tent.

As luck would have it, these soldiers were from a Seychelles militia group. Though they were Superoperators, they treated civilians with kindness rather than arrogance.

They patiently listened to her nonsensical story and even shared some of their meager supplies with her.

“Don’t worry. It’s dangerous near the front line, but we won’t harm you.”

“The demons aren’t going to break through anytime soon.”

“Here, have some tea and cookies. They’re not the best, but they’ll keep you full.”

“In a few days, the supply convoy will pass through. You can travel with them and point out where your village is.”

The soldiers’ warm hospitality left Lolth feeling a bit guilty. She had planned to escape if things went wrong, but their genuine kindness made her hesitate.

If I have to act, I’ll make it gentle, she thought.

Though their attentiveness made it hard for her to sneak away, Lolth began to see another opportunity.

These soldiers, though seemingly relaxed, were part of the Superoperator ranks. Their orders and information could provide valuable insights into the Holy Alliance’s movements.

Deciding to make use of the situation, Lolth adopted a sweet and innocent demeanor.

“Thank you! You’re all so kind. If you don’t mind, I could offer a lamb as a gift to you, dear officers!”

Her lovely smile and sincere tone seemed to charm the soldiers instantly.

“No need for gifts!” said the squad leader, a Formal High Level warrior who introduced himself as Pilaf. Scratching his head, he added, “We’re not noble lords. I’m just a shepherd’s son from a mountain village. You can call me Brother Pilaf! My little sister’s about your age.”

Lolth smiled warmly. “Alright, Brother Pilaf. You can call me Kululu.”

She glanced around and asked casually, “But is it really okay for all of you to be surrounding me like this? Don’t you have patrol duties?”

“Not a problem!” one soldier replied with a grin. “We’re on break. Just finished our shift!”

“I see. Life in the army seems so relaxing. That’s wonderful!” Lolth said, her cheerful tone disarming them further.

The soldiers, young men from rural areas, were easily charmed by her demeanor.

“Miss Kululu, do you have family in the army?” one soldier asked.

“Maybe… a loved one?” added another.

“Could it be a general’s fiancée or little sister?” a third joked, earning laughter from the group.

Lolth nodded calmly, playing along. “Yes, I think they’re nearby. But I heard there might be another battle soon, and I’m worried.”

She watched their reactions closely. To her surprise, they looked puzzled.

“Another battle? Where’d you hear that?”

“No idea. I haven’t heard anything like that.”

“The council has ordered us to hold defensive positions. No unauthorized action is allowed.”

“Besides, some nobles’ families are still trapped in demon-controlled territory.”

Another soldier chimed in, “I heard the demons didn’t destroy those cities. They’re treating civilians well. Some of our nobles are even pushing for a treaty!”

“A treaty? That’s absurd!” someone protested.

“It’s not a joke,” said another. “Deserters from Vera Plain were quarantined after supposedly communicating with demons.”

As the soldiers continued to talk, Lolth grew increasingly confused.

What is happening on the Holy Alliance’s Western Front?

The Seychelles soldiers seemed disheartened and uncertain. How could the most “advanced system on the continent” be handling morale and strategy so poorly?

Just as Lolth was mulling over these questions, a herald’s voice called from outside the tent.

“Captain Pilaf! Break’s over. A big shot from the Papal State has arrived with reinforcements. Form up outside to welcome them!”