NOVPUBGranweifley City’s streets were void of people, shops shuttered tight, windows nailed with thick wooden planks.
The magic energy vehicle’s wheels, rolling over the strewn pebble and sandy road surface, emitted a muffled noise that instantly vanished in the emptiness of the streets.
Even inside the vehicle, one could feel the tense atmosphere of the Empire’s border.
"The spy we are going to contact is a miss named Unity, also because the council in the Western Hub Zone trusts Miss Florence quite a lot, allowing us to directly meet with the elite agents embedded in Brilda by the Allied Forces,"
The Snow Witch put down the newspaper and said to Huebelle.
The swiftly passing view outside the window, the buildings on either side seemingly lost their past splendor, turning gloomily cold and deserted.
Everywhere in Granweifley City, one could see the military’s presence, setting up multiple checkpoints at every street corner and alley, ready for battle.
Inside the vehicle now was a Barrier, too—it was their last chance to speak freely before heading to the city-state train station to board the Magic Power Rail Train.
To some extent, after reaching the capital, Brilda, they would also need to protect Unity. As a spy who could access information related to Magic Energy Fission for the Allied Forces, she was irreplaceable.
However, with such efficient intelligence gathering, it was inevitable that the Empire’s Special Operations Department would fully investigate the source of the intelligence leaks, and sometimes Unity would be stretched too thin, requiring the assistance of reliable and powerful spies.
"Ah, it’s fortunate that Miss Florence is helping to guard Ichrite; otherwise, we could not have left at ease,"
Huebelle in the back seat replied.
Normally, a place in Hutton as strategic as Ichrite would need at least one national protector as guardian.
After Loren’s death, it was fortunate that both the Snow Witch and Miss Florence, both Quasi-Archbishop level figures of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, happened to be stranded in Hutton Kingdom due to the war.
Without Miss Florence, the Snow Witch would not have been able to leave Ichrite freely now.
"She should’ve been on the frontlines at the first battlefield in the Western Hub Zone, fighting alongside the Western Chairman and others. Now she has come to the relatively safer rear to be in charge of defense, she feels guilty all the time, maybe the battlefield suits her better,"
The Snow Witch sighed helplessly.
After all, anyone in their right mind knew how cruel the frontlines were, absolutely incomparable to the relative ease of the rear.
On the Western Hub Zone side.
The Third Army God, Entwining Agate, Gaiat, had arrived on the Western battlefield. The Western Chairman, already slightly weaker than the Second Military God, the Obsidian Throne, now had to consider the entry of the Third Army God, which undoubtedly greatly increased his pressure, necessitating Eighth-order support from the Allied Forces to contain the Third Army God.
"Ah, hope the war sees a turning point soon. Every day, the people of the Kingdoms on the South Continent enduring the invasion live in dire straits,"
Huebelle earlier had made a promise to Miss Florence. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Next time if Miss Florence wanted to date her close friend Loren, Huebelle would be online to assist Miss Florence, teaching her in real-time how to interact with a male friend.
Now, before the day of their appointment, war had already swept across the South Continent.
That promise had become unattainable.
Re-establishing peace now seemed out of reach.
And Florence was finally feeling regret.
Although Florence had always believed that due to her complicated family background, it was unlikely for her to truly interact with Loren as a woman, when she heard of Loren’s death, there was nothing but endless regret in her heart.
Huebelle did not know how to comfort Florence.
Before departing, she had visited Florence once at the Temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in Ichrite, and when she saw Paladin Commander Florence still working tirelessly for Loren, even cutting her auburn hair short, Huebelle felt even more at a loss for words.
She couldn’t comfort Florence.
If one day Lanci were gone, she’d presumably also understand Florence’s pain.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt she could not miss out.
"I originally thought it inappropriate for Florence to live in Loren’s home, but now it seems... it’s good having someone to look after an old friend’s house. There’s a saying that individuals with deep-seated obsessions might become Undead after death and, even without memories, drift back to their perceived home to wait foolishly. It’s nice to have a place to return to,"
The Snow Witch thought, her silver eyes tinged with a hint of sorrow.
The time she spent with Loren was but a flash in her long life.
She knew she had a bad temper and had always kept her guard up against Loren, never even gave him a pleasant look.
"I always knew that human life was short, so why didn’t I ever consider getting to know him better..."
Her voice gradually became choked up.
"Look on the bright side, Antanas, the Eleventh Military God Jade, Simon Luo, has not used the Wind Stone Tablet yet, which is the most likely clue that Loren is still alive,"
Antanas tried to offer consolation.
Among the Twelve War Gods, the Eleventh Military God Jade, Simon Luo, was best suited for the "Original Tablet of Wind," and logically, the Empire would have handed over the spoils of war to Simon Luo to bolster his combat capabilities.
Though, from a logical standpoint, it was also just wishful thinking, Tei Empire might have many considerations, temporarily unwilling to let the Bishop Elect, Eleventh Military God Simon Luo, equip the epic artifact "Original Tablet of Wind," but it still offered a faint glimmer of hope from this phenomenon.
"What if this is all within the Great Priest’s plans?"
