"From the time our investigators in the Brotherhood's lair, Vulture City, report that this mysterious new Warlord seems to be a rather young man."

The clerk Romnier was still reciting the important notes he had written in four hours, completely ignoring the displeased face of Emperor St. Giles, who had closed his eyes and looked displeased, as he always was.

At this time, St. Giles was in deep thought, playing with a fragment of armor that Finn had escorted him almost to death.

There are many points that annoy him, the invasion of trolls, the ruins suddenly become fragmented and gradually show signs of unity, and the nezumi warlords who live underground suddenly begin to attack the offset town of Aldolph... These things are many, but not a cause for concern.

The most terrifying thing was the shattered, faded, and seemingly broken piece of armor in St. Giles' hand, which seemed to have been polished and tried to be broken down by some simple rough tool, and he knew this.

The golden border, the maverick twin-tailed comet shoulder mark, and the "Thirteen" written in the dwarven rune rune still gleazed on the shattered armor.

"This Warlord is known as Max the Savior, and it is he who killed the undead Old Joe with his own hands and took over a quarter of the control of the ruins from the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs."

"Hmm."

Forcibly pulling himself out of the memories that were too long, St. Giles felt that he should first study the newcomer who had somehow broken one of his arms that had reached into the ruins.

"What kind of man is he?"

"It's hard to say, there are a lot of reports, but they are probably focused on three points." Romneh paused, once the Emperor began to communicate with him in earnest, then he would not allow himself to make any mistakes.

"First of all, he's a [pop-up] person." At these four words, the old man laboriously accentuated his tone, as if trying to attract attention.

"He fled to the ruins more than three months ago, was taken in by a family of scavengers, and then clashed with Old Joe for some unknown reason, and tore through Old Joe's defenses with the strength of one man - that's the second point."

"Is he strong?" St. Giles almost stood up, he was actually a man who admired his personal strength, if there was such a strong man, and it was not a mad dog like "Betrayer" Karn who killed ten of his emissaries in a row, he would be happy to communicate with this "new partner" and try not to lose his hand that reached into the ruins to make profits.

"Yes, Your Majesty, he is really powerful." Nodding, as if he didn't believe it, Romnier pushed his monocle and looked at the wire carefully before continuing.

"He seems to have killed nearly a thousand of Old Joe's soldiers alone, most of them armed with rapid-fire weapons or wearing overweight armor."

- A body that is almost invulnerable to mortal weapons.

"After that, he immediately entered Old Joe's fortress without even resting, and slew Old Joe, who seemed to have turned into some kind of demon, with only his own muscular strength."

- A dazzling performance of the devil's always so lethal power.

"But, if I'm not mistaken, you told me at the beginning that he killed Old Joe [with someone]?"

A wise monarch, even with a thousand thoughts in his head, can guarantee that he will not miss the slightest flaw in communication. This is his ability, and the source is the alertness cultivated by countless years of governance and intrigue.

"Yes!" As if sensing a hint of suspicion, the old clerk hurriedly bowed, sweat covering his old face almost all at once.

That's the third point that the subordinate said, he seems to be very infectious and a natural leader. It has always been emphasized in the report that everyone joined him almost voluntarily in the fight, and even if the slightest element of resistance due to oppression is removed, it can be said that this young-looking guy is not trivial. ”

"Moreover, he has now helped the orthodox heir of the Bitter Springs Brotherhood to regain his family business and dominance, and his own turf redemption city has begun to absorb a large number of the middle and lower classes of labor in our society, which can be said to be ill-intentioned."

- Unaware probation ability, and amazing leadership ability, good and terrible luck.

"Hmm." There are more and more clues, more and more chaotic, and the armor piece in his hand seems to reveal a secret that St. Giles can discover immediately.

"Romney, go and see if old Joe's staff officer has woken up, I'm going to be quiet for a while."

Without saying anything, Romne, the clerk who had already felt that he had finished speaking, bowed lightly and slowly moved away with his not very dexterous legs and feet.

"Wait—"

Just as he was about to leave the palace, St. Giles called out to him, and his voice was urgent.

"Do you have any information about him, a projection or a depiction of his appearance?"

After a careful search, Romney finally found a picture of the face of the demon king flashing when Saruman broadcast the battle process live.

"It's this person, Your Majesty, please take a look."

"Well, I'll take a look at ————!"

St. Giles' eyes were almost bleeding, staring at the familiar face that was still composed in the battle.

Human beings, many times, the most terrifying thing is not the sudden doom, but you have probably guessed what will happen, but you can't stop it, and finally encounter it.

Like the current emperor, he has now almost given up thinking. The brain, which was running at high speed, was already filled with a thought, lingering, like a wooden thorn piercing deep into the flesh, and the pain was unbearable.

How can it be!

How is it possible to be alive!?

I watched him fall into the sea of magma with no bones left!!

"Your Majesty?"

St. Giles's face was as dead as ashes, and he looked at the projected face without saying a word, which made the clerk nervous, and hurriedly approached to ask.

“.. Go ahead. St. Giles whispered something like the summons of a nightmare.

"What's wrong with you, Your Majesty, what's wrong" Obviously, the old man didn't hear clearly.

"Let's go down."

"Yes, please take care of your body."

Putting away the notepad, this time not being stopped, Romnih walked out of the palace.

"Bang-"

The gate was closed by the guards, and St. Giles was lost in pain or terrible memories, holding his head in his hands without dignity, trying to get those terrible thoughts out of his head.

"I should have known, I should have known!"

He stood up and began pacing the empty palace.

"That shameful fellow, if it weren't for watching him die at my hands, it wouldn't be dead at all!"

He began to toss priceless fragile items at random, venting his anger.

"Well, he has lived for eight hundred years, what is he? Think, Joseph, use your brain!"