The view from the top of the bell tower is a spectacular sight.

Densely packed with buildings, like a small square, the streets of various streets become thin, narrow, and curved to the gates in different directions.

Taking the view into his eyes, Simon turned to look at the shadow standing behind him, shrouded in shadows, and said in a steady tone:

"Is there something important to report?"

“... Yes, Simeon-sama. The voice of the figure covered by the black robe was a little blurred, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman: "The news over there, the body of the conquering emperor has become weaker and weaker. ”

"......" Simon.

Conquest of the Great, this is exactly the name of the supreme ruler of the empire in which Simon is located.

The reason why he was given the title of Emperor of Conquest was because under the leadership of the other party, the empire conquered countless city-states, and the area of the empire skyrocketed by a quarter.

But—

That's all he has accomplished.

Although he conquered the city-state and expanded a lot of territory, His Majesty the battle maniac did not seriously think about how to deal with the expanded territory, but hastily arranged the lord, and then launched a war, which is also an important reason for the corruption of the current imperial system.

But even so, the surrounding Eternal Winter Kingdom and the Duchy of Steel still didn't dare to act rashly.

Because the sense of oppression of conquering the Great Emperor is really terrifying!

In recent years, due to the old age and decay of the conquering emperors, the small actions of the surrounding kingdoms and principalities have gradually become more frequent.

And now... The eyeliner that I stayed in the imperial capital actually came with the news that 'the body of the conquering emperor is getting weaker and weaker'...?

Simon furrowed his eyebrows: "Go on." ”

"Yes." The figure under the black robe lowered his voice and continued:

"The divine techniques related to the Mandate of Heaven have already been used, but these divine techniques have no effect, and they cannot prevent the body of the Conquering Emperor from continuing to weaken."

Hearing this, Simon also shook his head.

It seems that the physical condition of His Majesty this battle maniac is indeed irreversible.

As mentioned earlier, magic can evoke miracles and even revive the dead.

But there are limits to that, too.

Divine magic cannot save people from pulp, and certainly cannot save lives from natural death.

The conquest of the Emperor is considered the end of his life, so the magic will not have any effect.

"It's just that if that's the case, the situation will be even more difficult to manage..."

Simon tapped his fingers lightly on the bell tower railing.

The current empire is like a giant whose limbs are pulled by ropes, and he can barely hold this breath by relying on the strong agent of conquering the emperor.

If the Emperor of Conquering died, the giant would fall in an instant, and his limbs would be torn off.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it fell apart in an instant.

Simon actually wished the empire had fallen sooner.

But it's at this point in time!

The arrival of the red star of natural disasters, the infighting of the imperial aristocracy, the fundamental corruption of the system... The most important thing is the coveting of the Thousand-Faced Demon and the Duchy and the Kingdom.

The wolf smoke of war seemed to be about to blow up in the next moment.

Want to explore the witch ruins in those chaotic times, find the ethereal skin, and gather the Thousand Faces magic tools?

Even with the help of the Cataclysm Red Star, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Simon pulled the black hair off his forehead with all his might, and asked without looking back:

"How long can the old man last?"

"About a month." The shadow replied in a low voice.

"A month...?" Simon groaned as he calculated in his mind.

When the conquering emperor died, some nobles on the imperial capital would definitely find a way to hide the death of the other party.

But this concealment must not last long...

After all, all countries have planted many unknown eyeliners in the imperial capital.

Judging from reason, this news of death will be exposed if it is concealed for half a month.

This half month plus the previous month.

That's forty-five days.

This is the deadline.

And then it will be the moment of complete turmoil in the situation on the mainland.

Simon doesn't have much time left, whether it's the Thousand Faces Demon Apparatus, the Murder Star Conference, or the advance preparations for war... There's no time left for all of this to grind around.

"I thought it would come for a long time, but I never thought it would come so quickly."

Simon was frustrated.

At this pace, it is estimated that the old man who conquered will not even survive this winter.

But the good news is that things are still under control.

Thinking of this, Simon turned around and looked at the black shadow:

"You continue to observe the old man's condition, and if there is any change, contact me immediately."

"Yes, Simeon-sama."

The other party bowed his head respectfully, and then raised his head again: "But there is another thing before that. ”

From the shadows, a black shadow handed out a small square box engraved with patterns on its surface.

"The Emperor said that he wanted me to give this thing to you."

"Well, I did receive something."

Simon took it and spoke.

"Then I'll be one step ahead. Simeon-sama. ”

The Shadow greeted Simon again, and then retreated completely into the shadows.

Feeling that the other party had indeed left completely, Simon couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, and then looked behind him with a calm face:

"Allytoya, how long are you going to hide in the back?"

Behind Simon is the fence.

Behind the fence is a vast world.

The moonlight sprinkled leisurely, setting off everything very quietly.

There was no movement.

It's as if Simon is speaking to the air.

"If you don't come out again, tomorrow I will write to the Earth Mother to sacrifice that old man, and ask him to send someone to take you back to the imperial capital."

Simon's tone remained unchanged and he added.

“......”

Still no movement.

It's quiet all around.

Seeing this, Simon raised his eyebrows and was about to continue speaking.

Under Simon's gaze, there was a ripple in the air, and out of the ripple came a figure in a linen robe.

Although the long hood covers the other party's face, the slender body curve actually reveals the other party's gender.

The other party took three steps forward and came squarely in front of Simon.

Subsequently—

She stretched out her slender snow-white palm and gently took Simon's right hand.

“... Elitoya. Simon shook his head.

He reached out and pulled the other man's long hood down.

Beneath the hood is a dignified and delicate face.

Long eyebrows, big green eyes, cherry pink lips, long pale blonde hair, and a snow-white complexion...

It was none other than the Most High Lady Elitoya.

Her original white cleric boots were now stained with mud, and her pure white cleric robes were also stained.

“... You traveled all the way from the end of the Grey Moon to Osside? Simon couldn't help but ask.

Elitoya didn't answer, just moved her head up and down.

"Walking?" Simon asked again.

This time, Elitoya's upright and delicate face showed a look of embarrassment.

"I'm going to write a letter to the sacrificial old man." Simon said expressionlessly.

Hearing Simon say this, Elitoya showed a panicked expression, she nodded vigorously, and stammered:

“... Yes, I walked here... Wanted to be with Simon. ”

"......" Simon.

Walk here...

You must know that it is not a small distance from the gray moon to the Oside, even if the fast horse rides over, it will take more than an hour.

This means that Alitoya followed the carriage all the way.

"Silly girl." Simon shrugged: "Okay." Let's go back. ”

"But, but believe...?" Alitoa stumbled, her eyes uneasy like a hamster.

It was hard to believe that the execution saint would have such an expression.

"I won't write it." Listening to Elitoya's familiar stuttering, Simon waved his hand, feeling a little nostalgic.

The Most High Lady Elitoya was silent and silent, always looking holy and elegant.

As a matter of fact... It's just that the other party has some stuttering, so he doesn't like to talk.

Simon couldn't help but laugh twice:

"Let's go, let's go back."

That's right, go back.

Thinking at the same time...

How should I get my hands on the Ethereal Skin in a period of 45 days?