Rumble, rumble...
"..."
A helpless chuckle rang out through the silent camp beneath the torrential rain.
"Hehehe... What a troublesome fellow."
Moss rapped her head in distress, looking thoroughly troubled.
Her snow-white hair shifted slightly, and a petite Black Rat poked its head out.
It lay on Moss's shoulder, its body still trembling nonstop.
Squeak...
I'm terribly sorry, My Lord! Shadow Ten deserves a thousand deaths for making you intervene!
Moss's movements halted. She instead stroked the Black Rat's head and comforted it.
"There's no need to apologize. Hiding your presence in front of a Soul Master is simply too difficult."
She shook her head and murmured thoughtfully:
"Multiple Consciousness Collective, Soul Severing, Soul Seed, Coordinate Teleportation..."
"They say that while names can be wrong, nicknames never are."
"The so-called 'Ten Thousand Machines' wasn't describing the number of people in this army at all. It referred to the countless consciousnesses existing within each body."
Moss looked up at the curtain of rain in the sky, pondering the intelligence she had obtained from Korelinus.
Whether it was information the other party had revealed or deductions she had made herself, everything was beginning to connect.
Her lovely brows gradually furrowed, and the low hum of her thoughts slowly echoed through the camp.
"From the looks of it, the entire Ingrid Family has probably been puppets for a long time. It's even possible that she has infiltrated the upper echelons."
"No wonder she chose to turn her target toward the Empire. A mere wanted notice wouldn't affect her in the slightest, hahaha..."
As Moss spoke, the corner of her mouth lifted, and she couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahaha... Hahahaha..."
In this enormous empire, its leadership was actually in such chaos.
There was an emperor-appointed First Prince and a Second Prince who clearly bore the