The reinforcements from Ashineil were led by Prince Edward himself, and they arrived three hours after the arrival of Henry and Mira.

Considering that the Sage and Mira were only two people, and that the reinforcements had to gather these nearly 10,000 soldiers, this was already a great speed. However, no one expected that the other side would retreat only after breaking through the city gates, and this whole reinforcement army could not be of practical use.

Fearing that the attackers had retreated into the forest at night, and that they were likely still in the Plains of Acasta, Edward repatriated half of his army to Ashenir to be prepared, while the rest remained in Vavasika to assist in the post-war reconstruction.

His Royal Highness, who had always been elegant and composed, was furious this time, and he had been trying to reconcile his relations with Sivalier in every possible way, and when he heard all this, he was almost about to lead the rest of his army towards Inznir.

Charles was unable to stop the angry prince, so he had to ask the soldiers to bring in our sage from behind.

Henry, who had a gloomy face, immediately calmed down His Royal Highness the Prince, and he stood with Charles and looked at Henry together.

"Sir. Edward nodded at him, and Henry replied with the same motion: "Your Highness, Prince." ”

"Don't rush it, it's all deeper than you and I think. Henry said to Edward, the precedent prince's trust in the sage was obvious, and he suppressed the anger in his heart, but clenched his fists tightly.

"I heard from the soldiers that you have captured some prisoners, where. Henry spoke again, only this time looking at Charles, and the city lord nodded: "There are captures, although those people are powerful, they are not yet invincible." ”

"But...... They don't want to open their mouths when they die, and it doesn't matter how we torture them. Charles sighed, how he came to this conclusion We will not delve into all this for the time being, after all, after experiencing life and death battles, it is common for soldiers to kill prisoners to vent their anger, as long as there are still alive. Henry half-squinted his eyes and whispered, "If you don't speak, it's just that you didn't use the right thing." ”

......

Mira stayed with Minna, and the blonde girl was in desperate need of someone to accompany her, so only Henry, Edward, and Charles were there besides the soldiers.

The Dungeon Wizard of Vavasika is visiting for the second time, only this time he is free to come and go.

The underground in the highlands is drier than that of Ashinier, but in the winter dungeon, it is also damp and cold, and in this cold and eerie environment, only he is locked in a cell under the flickering candlelight, and ordinary people don't even need to be interrogated.

The twine-sewn boots made a dull clatter on the ground, and when he finally reached the cell where the two plate soldiers stood in the doorway, Charles waved his hand and told the soldiers to all walk away.

The sound of metal clashing rang out from one place and another, and captives, dressed only in thin, shabby clothes, approached with the shackles on their feet.

"......" There are many traces of torture on his face, but his gray-blue eyes are still bright.

The captive, who was about the same height as the first three outside, could see the difference between him and ordinary people from his appearance, tall and strong, with a calm and resolute expression, just like the feeling of a person with faith.

Henry watched him, and the captive across from him was watching Henry.

Edward and Charles on either side are fully plated, clearly in Arvenella's leadership. And the sage standing in the middle of them was dressed as an adventurer and had a blue mercenary card on his chest, and he naturally attracted the attention of the other party.

The sage's expression was flat, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Bernie's death had some effect on him, though it wasn't the first time he had said goodbye to his friend. Just like pain, you may be able to learn to tolerate it, but every time, it still hurts.

The air was cold and damp, and Henry looked down at the captive, who was slightly shorter than him, and the other party was a little trembling from the thin clothes and the torture that had been before, but his eyes were still steadfast.

The captive stood up straight, his expression calm and a hint of confidence.

The two looked at each other in silence, and it was not until Charles could barely resist interrupting that Henry spoke slowly. But he spoke words that Edward or Charles could not understand.

"They tell you to ignore the pain and focus on that little dot on the wall, right? The sage said this in a way that was close to Sivalyya's but shorter, more indistinct, and the man's eyes widened, and he immediately took a few steps back.

"Sir?" the other party's reaction naturally attracted the attention of the two people next to him, and Edward spoke, while Charles looked shocked. The captive was a hard bone that he had to admire, and he remained silent during all the torture of beatings and immersion, as if he did not pay attention to all this, but Henry had such a great reaction at the mere remark of a word.

"Who are you?" the other man seemed to regret his reaction, and he then asked Henry in a lingua franca with an accent similar to that of Sivalier, and the sage shook his head and sighed.

Do you still think you're not exposed, and what do they tell you? If you would rather die than give in, you can go to heaven and become an angel after you die. Henry took a step forward and emerged from the shadows, the counterweight at the end of the greatsword he was carrying reflected a dazzling light under the torch at the door of the cell, causing the captives on the other side to squint, and then his gray-blue pupils, which were the same as those of Henry.

"You...... You are ......" The horror on the captive's face began to become apparent, and Henry turned his head to get the key from Charles, and then unchained the cell.

"Qiang-" fell to the ground with his face, and he drew his greatsword from his back, and then turned sideways, deliberately making it appear in the light of the fire so that the captives in the cell could see every detail.

"The Holy Maiden and the Church of Jetina are !!" The lines of the magnificent sword came into view, and the captive finally could not hold back his scream, and he spoke in Lamani, the language that Henry spoke throughout.

"You sinner...... Why are you here, sinners, death, monsters......" The sage slowly lowered his greatsword, the tip of which was pointed down on the floor.

"You can see that you recognize this sword as any elite soldier of Padrosi should do. He didn't look at the other person with his eyes down, and said slowly.

"Padrosi?" the recognizable key words in the discourse caught the attention of Edward and Charles, and the sage leaned his sword against the bars of his cell and pushed open the wooden door.

"No, monster!!, stay away from me. The captive began to scream loudly, and instead of his previous composure, he pressed against the wall, and then put the fingers of his hands together, a gesture that Edward could easily tell that it was a gesture used by the White Church to dispel demons.

"Heh......" Henry smiled lightly, and the captive on the other side began to read the scriptures.

"Holy Maiden and Holy Spirit Protection, Infinite Glory, All-Knowing and All-Powerful God--Snap-" The finger that formed the so-called exorcism sign was grasped by Henry with one hand, and the sage's hand was almost twisted to the point of breaking off with a little force.

But the pain seemed nothing to the captive, and what made him struggle frantically was Henry's eyes, which began to slowly emit blue light in the darkness.

"Monster! monster, oh my God—keep him away from me!, let this Grim Reaper get away from me!!" He turned his head in lingua franca and shouted at Edward and Charles, "Keep him away from me, as long as I can keep him away from me! I'll say anything!!" The shrill shouts echoed, and Henry finally let go of his hand, turned around, and walked out.

"Uh...... Shall we take over the interrogation?" said Charles after a pause, but Edward only shook his head.

"Nope. His Royal Highness the blonde-haired prince said seriously, "There is no need for that, we have already got the answer we need." ”

"These people, from the Padrosi Empire. ”

The conclusion was made in the cold dungeon.

The flames flickered, and the captive, who had been calm a few minutes ago, clutched his hands and trembled as he watched Henry, who had put his greatsword back behind his back, while the black-haired sage remained silent.

......

Getting an answer doesn't solve the problem, on the contrary, it expands the problem even further.

The three of the "Padrossi ......" returning to the Lord's Mansion stood next to the wooden table, and Edward lifted the large parchment map and pointed to a place on it.

The huge map, which is more than two meters long and wide, is the world map of Rigal, and although many of the details are not clear, most nobles still ask someone to draw one.

Edward's finger was pointing at a distance from where he was now, on the other side of the Mobigas Inland Sea, on the East Coast, which was barely as small as the West Coast.

"After the division of the Lamanite Empire, the empire established by the Lamanites who were victorious in the civil war could not reproduce the glory of the empire, but it was also an extremely powerful force. Edward's expression was grim, the place marked on the map as the Padrossi Empire was much larger than the Avenera on the other side, in fact, on a map of this size, the Padrossi Empire was larger than an arm, and compared to it, the strongest country on the West Coast, Sivalier, was only the size of a hand.

Sivalier was still so, not to mention Avenella, almost the size of a little finger, which was insignificant even to the Arvenela themselves, and that was the reason for the grim expression on Edward's face.

If Sivalier sent an army to attack, and Avenella was able to fight with the help of the terrain, then if Padrosi wanted to destroy this small kingdom, they might not be able to make a wave with all their might.

More evidence could be found that the attackers were indeed from the far other side, and that many merchants had actually seen them land on the coast, and that ships carrying thousands of soldiers could not have completely escaped everyone's view.

Add to this the level of equipment, combat effectiveness and coordination, and everything indicates that the attackers really came from Padrossi.

But this begs the bigger question of why a huge empire across the river would attack a small kingdom like Avenella, and not attack the prosperous city of Ashneil, but against places like Vavasika.

And, more importantly, why did the Padrossi pretend to be Sivaliers?

A series of questions popped up one after another, and even Henry was silent.

Edward looked at him, he couldn't be unaware of the entanglement between the sage and the Padrossi Empire, and in his heart, the prince couldn't help but have a slight suspicion that Henry was the reason why the Padrossi attacked Vavasica, but this idea was too fantastic, so he just shook his head and abandoned it.

"They didn't send even a legion. The air of silence filled the three of them before Henry spoke.

The legion was a Lamanite military unit, and unlike the nations of the West Coast, which used a system of conscription such as knights and sergeants, the Lamanites had a standing army from hundreds to thousands of years ago, and the Patrosi Empire, as the legitimate successor, was naturally the same. A legion is usually about 10,000 to 13,000 men, and when sending troops, it is usually based on one legion.

Less than half of the legion was one of the doubts, but what was even more puzzling was why they were disguised as Sivaliers.

"They want Yavenella and Sivalier to go to war again. Henry said this, and Edward and Charles both nodded, this was the only conclusion that could be drawn from this matter, but the problem was that it was really unnecessary.

The Padrossi Empire is more than capable of destroying Arvenella so easily, what's the point of complicating it all - Henry has the answer.

"The Padrosi don't want to leave any traces here, they want to muddy the waters. The sage judged from these details.

"What's there. His eyes were half-closed, and his eyes sharpened.

"In Avenella or Sivalier, there is something that the Padrossi want. ”