A Big Shot's Invitation

"This reaction... there's no mistake, Uncle Kaldiz is back!"

After Hadessta and the others stood up and focused on sensing the northwest for a while, they shouted loudly to Diphiya was most familiar with Kaldiz.

"At this time, Kaldiz should be in the Kingdom of Donagunov negotiating. Why did he suddenly return to Fostadu? Could it be that something went wrong with the negotiations?"

Hadessta asked in confusion after hearing what her daughter said.

"There's no use in you two racking your brains here. Just ask him when he gets back!"

Watching Hadessta and his daughter guessing back and forth, Woodman, who always preferred to be straightforward, said speechlessly.

"By the way! Kaldiz doesn't know there's a traitor in Fostadu yet. It wouldn't be good if he just barged in! Hadessta, you immediately arrange for someone to lure that traitor out of Fostadu. Girl, go out and stop Kaldiz from coming in later, so that our plan isn't found out by Cuiyi'aorshu!"

After Woodman's reminder, Wattster realized that he couldn't let Kaldiz enter Fostadu directly. He immediately informed Hadessta and Diphiya, and realizing the seriousness of the situation, the two didn't dare delay and immediately carried out Wattster's orders. After Hadessta and her father left, Wattster and the others quietly had everyone in the room leave.

"Roar"

"Ha"

Heradi swung his knight's longsword with all his might, slashing at his teammate opposite him, while simultaneously raising a small round shield in his left hand to defend against the attack. After these days of training, he had mastered the basics of using these weapons, and his fighting style had also changed somewhat. This was a countermeasure he had devised after his battle with Sordil, to avoid being pinned to the ground and brutally beaten again. However, Heradi's attention was no longer on the training at hand; he was intently staring at the tall creature not far away.

"Smack!"

Clang!

The shield in his left hand suddenly fell, hitting Heradi squarely on his left foot. The intense pain instantly drew his attention back. Heradi collapsed to the ground, rubbing his injured foot with both hands and groaning incessantly.

"Squad leader, are you alright?"

His sparring partner immediately put down his weapon, ran to his side, and asked him what was wrong.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry!"

"I'm so sorry! Company Commander, I think it would be better to have the medical team take a look!"

"Well..."

Watching his subordinate run off into the distance, Heradi felt a little helpless. While his new subordinate was skilled in martial arts, he was rather timid. He really didn't know how he had even been recruited into the Knights. Compared to him, the guys next door were much bolder. But thinking about it, it made sense. Most of the members of the Sixth Company next door were similar to him—newly recruited bandits. His subordinate, on the other hand, had originally been a farmer from the neighborhood. It would be a miracle if there wasn't a difference between the two! Not long after, the subordinate who had just left returned with a person wearing a strange white robe.

"His injury is nothing serious. Just apply ice and he should recover in two or three days."

After carefully examining Heradi's wounds, the man in the white robe told his young subordinate that Heradi was alright. Relieved, he respectfully saw the man off and then carefully escorted Heradi back to his room. He then went to the Great Captain to request two days of sick leave for Heradi.

Lying in bed, Heradi reflected on his experiences with the cavalry over the past few days, feeling immensely grateful for his decision to surrender. If he hadn't been so clever, he would likely have suffered the same fate as the leaders of the other two bandit strongholds recently wiped out by the Commander —torn apart by five horses. Moreover, through his observations over the past few days, Heradi was certain that his Commander was no ordinary man, and that his target was probably not just a figurehead Knight Commander.

Sordil was unaware of Heradi's suspicions. He had just finished discussing the procurement of warhorses for the reconnaissance squadron with his adjutant and was preparing to return to his tent for a good rest. Unfortunately, Sordil, though possessing the body of a young master, had the life of a servant. He had barely returned to his tent when he sensed a wisp of his own magic emanating from the northwest. Sordil knew there was only one explanation for this: someone possessing his token was summoning him. But Anna was currently in his camp; he had only seen her recently. Moreover, they had been separated for less than five minutes. In such a short time, she couldn't possibly have traveled that far. Therefore, the person capable of this was obvious.

Sordil quickly conjured a Thought Body himself and left it in place, while his true self used Transformation Magic to become a small bird and fly out of the camp. After leaving the camp, Sordil reverted to his dragon form and flew towards the source of the magic at top speed. As he approached his destination, he indeed saw two familiar figures—it was none other than Diphiya and Kaldiz. Without any hesitation, Sordil quickly descended towards the earthen mound where the two were.

"Sordil, you've finally arrived! Uncle Kaldiz and I have been waiting impatiently!"

As soon as Sordil landed, Diphiya rushed to his side and complained. Hearing her words, Kaldiz, who was drinking water, suddenly puffed out his cheeks, and an 'artificial rain' enveloped Sordil. Kaldiz, the culprit, coughed incessantly, as if he had choked on his water. After a quarter of an hour, Kaldiz finally stopped coughing and burst into laughter, leaving Sordil completely bewildered.

"Girl, you're the one who can't wait! From the moment we set off until Sordil arrived, I didn't say a word. But you, on the way here, muttered 'When will I be able to see Sordil?' ninety-seven times, and in the fifteen minutes you waited for Sordil, you said 'Why isn't Sordil here yet?' sixty-four times. In conclusion, the one who really can't wait is you, and only you, it has nothing to do with me!"

Faced with her teammate's well-reasoned "hammer of justice," Diphiya's face instantly turned as red and hot as a branding iron, with white smoke constantly billowing from her head. Seeing Diphiya's adorable appearance, Sordil and Kaldiz both burst into laughter.

"Thump"

"Thump"

With two crisp sounds, Sordil and Kaldiz each had a pink 'little octopus' above their heads. Facing Diphiya had completed her transformation from a beautiful girl to Mother Tyrant, Sordil and Cardis immediately apologized to Diphiya 'sincerely'.

"I'm sorry, Miss Diphiya! We were wrong, we'll never do it again!"

"Snort!"

Faced with their apologies, Diphiya angrily turned her head away, ignoring the two silly fellows. After their playful fight, Sordil finally remembered why he had come here and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Kaldiz, weren't you in the Kingdom of Donagunov? Why are you here with Diphiya looking for me?"

"That's right. The negotiations with Dragunov were going very smoothly. We even drafted a peace treaty not long ago. But their King Irene suddenly demanded that you personally go and sign it, or the treaty would be null and void!"

'What?! The most beautiful and mature woman in Fairy Tail Irene, wants to go on a date with me... no, I mean, meet me! What kind of development is this?' Hearing Kaldiz's words, Sordil was already lost in the storm. He no longer knew if his body was still on the ground, because he felt that he was heading towards heaven, with mature older women waiting for him along the way.