Chapter 148

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Chapter 148: Isabella’s Way of Speaking

Although there are classic strategies in military books like "a cornered beast will fight back," "the sorrowful soldiers will surely win," and "burn the boats," in reality, those are miracles that can only happen in very rare circumstances when the time, place, and people align perfectly.

A miracle is a miracle because it normally does not happen.

It was like the battle that broke out on the Western Front, and it was all settled within an hour.

This army that took action was not being secretly hidden from the Holy Alliance by the Demon Army.

Although the Demon King had mostly united the Abyss, after the Demon King arrived in the main plane… the Abyss still needed armies to keep control.

Most of the demon race are indeed combative, straightforward, reckless, and quick-tempered, with bad personalities, and many races do not get along, almost resembling age-old enemies. If they did not send some trusted armies to stay behind, as soon as the Demon King left, the Abyss would probably fall into chaos.

Therefore, this army of spellcasters, made up of Abyss Warlocks and Fallen Mages, had been maintaining peace and stability in the Abyss and was temporarily borrowed by the Demon King.

Their fighting strength is comparable to the armies ranked first, second, third, and fourth in the Demon Army, making them a main force level of existence.

In fact, because they had been engaged in high-intensity battles against various demon races and monster rebellions in the Abyss, this borrowed army was even more formidable in terms of maintaining their condition.

Therefore, for this Holy Alliance’s ambush force, their chances of winning… were almost zero.

Even the legendary figure from South Sotua had a feeling…

In the end, the only reason I could escape was because they were holding back!

But no matter what, I still managed to come out in the end!

"Damn demon race, and damn traitors… If I find out who leaked the information, I will make them pay dearly!"

The South Sotua commander, retreating in a mess, said through gritted teeth.

What he did not expect was that his last thought was once again correct without him knowing.

The demon race was indeed holding back.

The commanders of the Fourth and Ninth Legions looked at the orders sent by the Demon King, feeling very confused.

"Why would they deliberately let these things go?"

"They could have caught them all…"

"I heard it is Master Lolth’s idea—she told the messenger to suggest to the Demon King to let some of the enemy’s top fighters go, which could have surprising results!"

"What surprising results could that possibly have…?"

"I don’t know—but since it was suggested by Lady Lolth and the Demon King agreed, it must be a good idea!"

"True, the Demon King is very wise, and Lady Lolth is full of clever plans. We just need to wait and see!"

At Dragonspine Mountain, watching the defeated army of the Holy Alliance flee, the leaders of the demon race had no intention of pursuing them.

Meanwhile, the one who started this urgent military order, Lolth, was at the restaurant enjoying meat pies with Isabella.

Just before, Doyle came to say goodbye and mentioned her wish to hire Lolth after Kanor set out. After Lolth agreed, she casually added that she hoped they wouldn’t capture too many commanders from the Holy Alliance at Dragonspine Mountain.

She did not know that her casual remark would soon be taken seriously by Doyle and could directly influence the decisions of the demon race leaders on the front lines.

In Lolth’s view, how could those warlike fighters and the war-obsessed Demon King let the enemy go because of just one of her words?

If Lolth knew she could really do it… she would definitely write a guidebook called "Catch Over Epic Prisoners, Release Immediately" for the battlefield right away, aiming for each legion to have a copy.

Sitting in the restaurant, unaware of what was happening at the front line, Lolth took a bite of the full, juicy, and delicious pie and gave a thumbs up to Isabella.

"Isabella, the secret recipe for the minced meat made with lamb and mountain short-tail chicken really works! The filling tastes much richer—who would have thought that you, as a knight, have knowledge about pies!"

Lolth was once again amazed at the diversity of people; she did not expect this knight, who seemed to do nothing with her hands, to have such knowledge!

Indeed, she realized she did not know her "new friend" well enough.

At the same time, Lolth sighed that some things really have limits when relying only on "study" and "working behind closed doors." She had also studied the delicious Ryman pie for a long time since Isabella arrived, improving the dough and seasonings, but who would have thought that using a mix of two types of meat would have such an incredible effect!

Isabella, modestly taking small bites of the pie, also pursed her lips lightly upon hearing Lolth say this.

"Do you think I can’t do anything except knightly skills…? I have also been trained in hunting, food appreciation, instrument playing, and dancing."

As she said this, Lolth nodded.

"I’m not surprised by that; it sounds like a very noble activity—but Ryman’s meat pie, I remember it seems to be ‘food for the common people.’"

"’One of the sayings of the Schwarzwald family is that ‘a surname and bloodline are not things to be proud of; luxury and waste are not things to be praised,’" Isabella said, as if recalling something. "Moreover, my mother was from a common background. Before she met my father, she worked as a cook in her family’s restaurant… Even after becoming a duchess, when I was little, she would sneak into the kitchen and make pies for me without telling the housekeeper…"

As she spoke, Isabella looked down at the pie in her hand.

"Lolthlinda, what you made tastes very similar to what my mother used to make."

"That’s wonderful! I must visit your mother sometime," Lolth said excitedly, but then realized her comment might have been a bit inappropriate. "Oh… I mean, just as a visitor… maybe after the war is over…"

Hearing Lolth’s follow-up, Isabella couldn’t help but laugh.

"A truce? That’s nice, but even if you came to my house, you wouldn’t meet my mother; she’s been gone for a long time."

Isabella said with a faint smile, taking a bite of the pie in her hand.

When Lolth heard this, she paused for a moment, then showed a look of regret.

"I’m really sorry about that…"

"There’s no need to apologize," Isabella said, looking at Lolth with surprise. "She should be in the Republic of Seychelles right now… It seems Seychelles is a bit closer than Ryman, doesn’t it?"

Lolth shook her head helplessly at Isabella, who didn’t realize there was anything wrong with her earlier words.

"Alright, I misunderstood. This one is on me."