An Assassination and Revenge Against the Source-Murphy's Choice Was to Keep Provoking It!

The situation at Blackflame Pass had gotten this bad, and Murphy was still talking about striking back. If anyone else had said that, Dames would have turned around and walked away!

What a joke. He was the captain of an elite ranger squad in the Kingdom of Castia, someone who could chat and laugh with the Elven King and Lord Payen. Why would he waste his time here indulging this sort of Black Calamity nonsense?

But the one saying it was Lord Murphy, who had a history of making the impossible happen. And just moments ago, Murphy had performed an outright miracle right in front of him.

The trick alone—staring directly at an evil god with the naked eye without being affected, while protecting those nearby from mental interference—was enough to make the usually aloof Captain Dames place a sliver of precious trust in Murphy.

"But aren't you in charge of the evacuation?"

The elven captain hadn't even had time to mourn his "corrupted" Moon God's Wind Griffin. He picked up his battleaxe and war bow from the ground, then looked at Murphy and said:

"If you leave just like that, what will happen to the people at the rear positions?"

"I'm their lord, not their babysitter. We planned for a situation like this. They just need to follow the evacuation plan. Besides, my righteous partner, Archduchess Triss, is keeping an eye on things."

Murphy took out a halfling compass to check his sense of direction, which had been completely warped by the Dark Lord's aura. Without looking back, he said:

"Besides, my vampire friend, Lord Heather, has revealed her greatest secret. With the power of this evil god holding sway over Blackflame Pass, the gnolls won't charge in unless they've lost their minds.

"Haven't you noticed yet?

"The evil