Floren-Lynn Cathedral, Tecairoland Territory.

Setanein, the leader of the Holy See at this time, sat on the golden armrest of the original pope's position, holding a glass in his hand, slowly shaking the bright red liquid inside.

At this time, several mages knelt on the ground, their bodies still trembling.

"...... on the Juria Mountains Has the wall been destroyed for a while......" Setanein's voice was faint, making the mage who had fallen to his knees tremble even more visibly.

When there was a problem with the spell, these magicians were the most afraid, especially when it came to a man like Setanein.

"Yes...... Yes, but it was only broken for a while. The magician forced himself to compose, "The Juria Mountains are rarely reached...... Maybe it was just an accident......"

"Do you mean—did a bird that accidentally flew to the top of the hill peck it apart?" Setanein's voice sounded soft, but the pressure was getting stronger.

Sounds ridiculous.

"This ......," the magician hesitated for a moment.

"Very few people get there...... What about the men who are investigating the whereabouts of the Duke of Wizdem?" Setin interrupted him—it didn't make any sense anyway.

A figure immediately flashed, and also fell to his knees: "My lord - Duke Wizdem has been participating in various banquets in the Haivag Territory, and we have a special ......"

"Do you think it's possible?" Setin sighed.

This kind of serious appearance makes people feel frightened.

"Is Fitney Wizdem, the first duchess who inherited the title of Duke of Wizdem, the one who would actively attend the banquet of the nobility at this time?" said Setin much more carefully this time.

Apparently impossible.

Not even Fertenay Wizdem, but the other Duke of Wizdem, no one dared to underestimate - let alone this legendary woman?

"A spell that relies on the power of Arentia can be broken by only the power of Elletia - apart from Eddard, can you think of a second person to do it?"

The two kneeling men, their faces bowed, were extremely pale.

Ed.

Even the Holy See is accustomed to linking Ed and Fitney.

"Fitnáy has come with men from the mountains of Juria. "Now there is someone willing to make up for those omissions, and tell me where the Duke of Wizdem will go now?"

"Summer ...... Shefflin ...... "That's an easy answer.

Fitney was also the Count of Shevrin.

"Contact Granella's Territory and have Count Uzild stop her from advancing towards Shepharin, and find Clarence and have him lead the magicians from Hein to attack Shevrin if this time fails—" Setin didn't continue.

They know it.

"Yes, sir. The two kneeling men immediately said and set off.

For a moment it was quiet again.

Seten's eyes lowered and he stopped shaking his glass, as if he had never said anything, and that he was just a person studying wine the whole time.

He raised his glass slightly and took a sip.

"Is the device still stable?" the wine rolled into his throat, and his voice seemed to have a hint of wine.

"It's very stable - as long as you keep your investment in heresy, then everything is fine. This man also appeared suddenly, and was very respectful to Setanein.

Setin nodded.

The man quickly vanished.

Climb over the Juria Mountains...... An action that sounds very clumsy, but is extraordinarily effective, if he hadn't changed the spell settings beforehand and didn't care about more input, then ...... This time her actions can be described as silent.

Setin looked at the wine in the glass, and his eyes were slightly reddened as a result.

There are a few other things.

Never did anything that did not surprise him, and sometimes, he found the feeling bordering on surprise.

"Really...... I regret it......" Setin muttered to himself, "I should have gotten to know you better, my former fiancée......"

=====================================

The junction of the Granella Territory and the Tecairo Territory.

It's a wasteland—the most barren part of the entire Lutheran kingdom, with little water and no people.

This couldn't be better for an expeditionary force that didn't want to be noticed.

It took only one day for the expeditionary force to arrive here from Sunrd.

Hannibal led the army at the forefront - she rode a horse she had bought from Sander and kept an eye on her surroundings.

Fitney's state wasn't comforting to her, but there really wasn't anything wrong with her - but the system she was carrying showed no signs of recovery, and no one knew how her physical condition had changed.

"There is only a small city ahead, and after taking that city to replenish supplies, you can go all out towards the territory of Shevrin. Eureka spoke next to Fitney about the results of their discussion.

Fitney is sometimes a very casual person, whether for friends or subordinates.

There is no other way to think about it.

Although this was an expeditionary force of only 5,000 men, it also needed supplies.

By the time we arrived at Sunrd, these supplies had been depleted, and fighting in remote cities was planned.

But......

"You broke the wall at that point?" Fitney turned to look at Ed.

Ed was silent for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgement.

"Setanein already knows. Ed added.

Ed doesn't use words like "estimate" or "seems" – and Fitney doesn't think Setin would ignore this important piece of information.

They could only hope that the men he sent would not find out their location so quickly.

"It's the front - Don Corse. Eureka then pointed to the outline of a city that appeared in the distance.

======================================

The cold crept over the rooms of this church.

The man who appeared to be considered "holy" and "pure" sat in this room with his eyes closed, and behind him was a bronze statue of Erentia with a silver-white sword on his knees.

"Mr. Clarence, Lord Setin wants you to lead a crusade against the Shevrin Territory that betrayed Elletia, and set out tomorrow morning. ”

The words of the departed man and himself rang in his ears.

Crusade.

Betrayal of Irontia.

Clarence opened his eyes, which had never been emotionless, like a statue, without any expression.

In his mind, the images of memories that came and went were less chaotic and irritating to him.

But it's very close to the truth.

But...... What's the point of that?

"Leave, now you belong to the Holy See, and I am looking for you just to tell you about it. Gil eventually released him and let him return to the Holy See, "I will not forgive you. ”

Indeed, not worthy of forgiveness.