Chapter 365 – To Paint Red Once Again
Chapter 365 – To Paint Red Once Again
Iliyal had a war to organise. He had troops to plan. He had a tent that was organised chaos, with paper after paper on the desk and on some the floor which detailed everything that the Epan Coalition had. A post holding up nothing had been put up in the middle of the room, pinned to it was a series of papers that marked down Anarchia’s last confirmed location and date. The Goddess had been seen four hours ago; that meant the Goddess could be anywhere in Rancais at this point. Iliyal to deal with the mind-numbing logistics of Epa, where everyone spoke a different language. Iliyal had to deal with Olonia rebuilding in Lubska and wanting troops, with Saksma reorganising her own nation and with Paida growing impatient that her country was not being retaken back right now. Iliyal had a damn lot to deal with, the last thing he wanted to deal with right now was guests.
Iliyal stared at the four sorcerers as he thought of ways on how to curse them out of here. And they had come for what exactly? Because they wanted to? “I am impressed you made it all the way here.” Iliyal said. He was impressed and he was downright furious that these four children had somehow made it through checkpoint after checkpoint with nothing but their Little Crimson Books. The little books were passports for the soldiers, in which they had written down their direct superior and who promoted and so on. Soldiers got green ones, sorcerers got crimsons, beastmen got yellows. The elf managed to hide both of his emotions, the older one got the more unbecoming it was seen to be emotional.
Eliza and Lyca stood to one side in shorts and shirts. Both tanned from their time in Kirinyaa. The boy with a full beard and hairy arms. The girl with brown hair that had grown past her shoulders and was tied back in a tail. Then Edmonton, the man had become a contractor. Sorcerers never struggled
Edmonton and Fleur both lost their wills to speak, but Lyca responded. Quickly and easily even though his cheeks were starting to blush. “We wanted help.”
“Transport for Fleur’s family?” Iliyal asked and the boy nodded.
“So you wanted me to plan an operation for you?”
“You did say there’s a lot on your plate though.” Lyca said.
“Please!” Fleur called out suddenly. “Please! I have to do something about them! I can’t leave them with those animals out there!”
“Is that your area to worry about?” Iliyal asked. “I’m asking something else, do you want help or not.”
“YES!” Fleur said.
“Then you will have it.” Iliyal said. If someone was Anassa, then they could command Sorcerers. But Iliyal was not Anassa, so he had to guide them. And what better way to guide people than to have them ask you for help?
They would go and rescue Fleur’s family. And they would test out how far these blessed Anarchian soldiers could actually be pushed.
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