Don't Worry About Me Yet!

At this very moment, in a Square in Backlund.

"... I am both happy and saddened to announce that we have finally halted the first phase of the Feysac people's offensive and thwarted their plan to destroy Loen within three months..."

"The situation on other fronts has finally stabilized, and our valiant Royal Army soldiers have held back the invaders..."

In the center of the Square, a strange cylinder was vibrating incessantly, emitting a slightly distorted sound.

The king's sermons echoed in the ears of the people.

"... However, war is undoubtedly cruel. Too many outstanding young people have died in the trenches, sacrificing their lives for their country... They should have had better futures, should have been able to accompany their parents as they grow old, mature alongside their spouses, and raise their children to be healthy..."

"... the savage Feysac people Destruction all of this..."

The king's tone was deep and reserved, as if he were expressing genuine emotion and sharing the feelings of the people.

Most of the citizens who Listening his speech had suffered greatly in the war. They were moved by the king's Provocation words and became emotional, with some even beginning to sob quietly.

"..."

At the edge of the Square, a petite social worker responsible for maintaining Order silently watched the scene unfold before her... Of course, due to her size, if she stood on the ground, she could only see people's backs; to monitor the situation, she was currently standing on the base of a statue.

For some reason, the blonde social worker's chubby face remained completely expressionless, and deep in her eyes seemed to lurk a hint of... disgust? "Is there anything unusual?"

Just then, a gentleman wearing a silk Top Hat slowly approached the statue where she was, and then asked in a low voice.

"No abnormalities."

"It was Xio Derecha, a MI9 peripheral agent, the petite blonde social worker," replied.

Her eyes scanned the overhead areas, sensing the Order and discord in the surrounding neighborhood.

"You must pay close attention."

The man instructed, "Pay special attention to men with black hair and an agitated expression... According to intelligence, they might proselytize to those around them, spreading information related to the Blood God..."

His eyes were filled with determination.

"Listen carefully, we absolutely cannot let that damned [Blood Bishop] get out, we can't let him cause trouble for His Majesty at this crucial moment!"

MI9 can't afford to be humiliated by that guy again; this time, they have to crush him! All security forces are ready; if that guy dares to show his face, they'll swarm in and arrest him!

Thinking of this, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in the man's eyes, and he became even more energetic when monitoring his surroundings.

A few minutes later, "Still nothing."

Hugh shook his head and said to the MI9 members, who were clearly somewhat dejected, "What about the other Square?"

"Nothing unusual happened in the other Square either..."

The man, looking utterly abandoned, said dejectedly, "Why... why isn't the [Blood Bishop] here anymore..."

The atmosphere has been built up to this point, so why isn't the Blood Bishop showing up?

All their preparations have been for nothing...

Seeing this, Hugh subtly curled his lip.

On another street.

"Etc!"

Just as Luther was reciting the Fool 'Honorific Name in Hermes, our Mr. Fool suddenly broke free from Amon's control and hurriedly shouted to stop him. Perhaps not wanting Amon to understand, he spoke in Chinese.

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"What did you say?"

The language from his Homeland startled Luther, who stopped praying and asked.

Klein controlled his emotions and then said to Luther:

"Don't worry about me, stick to the plan!"

"... And what about you?"

"I'll figure something out... You can come and rescue me after you're done here!"

Klein said, his face pale, his lips twitching slightly.

It wasn't that he was thinking of Amon's best interests; the key was that he didn't dare to explode along with Luther, and on the other hand, he had been controlled by Amon for some time and had long since realized that the other party didn't seem to be able to completely parasitize him, or rather, didn't seem to have the intention to do so for the time being.

Therefore, Klein was not worried about his safety in the short term.

"Go stop Qiao San first!"

He said to Luther, "Don't forget your original intention: to avenge the innocent who died unjustly!" "Your Lamb is waiting for you!!"

As he uttered these words, Klein's face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm. Even though he usually liked to follow his heart, at this crucial moment, he would rather endure Amon's control than let George III's ambitions be realized!

Luther gave Klein a deep look.

Without further hesitation, he immediately turned and left the scene. Since his companion had made up his mind, any further delay would be a waste of his sacrifice.

For similar reasons, he didn't say anything harsh to Amon. At this point, anything he said would just sound like the raucous barking of a defeated dog, only making him appear incompetent... But deep down, he had already firmly remembered this debt.

Wow, that's so touching.

By this time, Amon had regained his composure and smiled as he watched Luther leave.

He didn't provoke Luther again, but waited until the blood-red figure disappeared into the distance before looking at Klein and speaking directly in Chinese:

You don't think I can't understand what you're saying, do you?

Klein remained calm and replied as usual:

"Just kill me."

"That same line again... Weren't you quite eloquent when you were talking to that [Blood Bishop]? Why is it that when you're speaking to me, all you can say is this?" "Just kill me."

"Sigh... It seems your friend is about to cause a ruckus in Backlund, no, even within the territory of Loen... To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, let's leave here first... I'll take you to a good place, want to guess where?"

"... Just kill me."

No matter what Amon said, Klein acted like a bot, only replying with monotonous words.

The two walked along the empty street, and a gust of wind blew by, and their figures disappeared instantly.

"Trissy, the plan has begun. You are free to move around."

"The holy spirit that pursues knowledge, the beacon of the mysterious world, the eye that peers into Fate, the queen of the Sea, the holy Bernadette Gustav... The plan begins!"

As Luther walked, he muttered the Honorific Name to himself, announcing the plan to the other participants.

And after that, without hesitation, he called out another familiar Honorific Name:

"More sublime than the Astral World, more enduring than eternity, the Evernight Goddess, the Lady of Crimson, the mother of Concealment, the queen of calamity and fear, the Lord of Slumber and Silence..."

He truly hadn't imagined that, even after leaving the Church, he would still have a day to pray to the Evernight Goddess. "Your chosen one Klein, is controlled by Amon; I wonder what will become of him... If this isn't part of your plan, and if he's of importance to you, perhaps you could lend a helping hand."

After reciting the Honorific Name one, Luther prayed to the other party without any hesitation, and then cut off the contact without waiting for a response.

Looking up, he realized he had arrived at the Anniversary Square in the West Borough.

The place was crowded with people, and on a high platform in the distance, the king, dressed in formal attire, was giving a speech.