"Nora is going north with us?" Alexei's eyes widened.
"What's so surprising about that?" Theus laughed. "Did you really think of her as a martyr? Even martyrs can still serve a purpose."
"You mean..."
"She was originally from the Northern Territory. She understands the situation in the north far better than we do, not to mention that she personally fought the soldiers of those grand dukes. Just think how much help she could give us by offering advice on the front lines."
Alexei took a deep breath and nodded. "Indeed. I overlooked that."
"And if there are still refugees from the Northern Territory who survived, she can serve as a banner to help us gather them."
Theus rose to his feet and looked into the distance through the window. His gaze passed the machine-gun bunkers atop the cathedral, the North Sea docks packed with ships, and stretched all the way north.
The Faithguard Army had no roots in the Northern Territory, after all. Though armored trains could provide supplies, they were practically blind when it came to the local situation.
But with Nora's help, if they could win over some people among the displaced and even among the residents of the Four Northern Territories, it would save them a great deal of trouble.
As for whether they could win anyone over?
Theus was not worried about that. Castel intended to win over those impoverished people with a despicable method—by giving them food.
The Mystic Society had managed to conjure an entire cult out of thin air with nothing more than a bowl of porridge, and people devoutly recited doctrines that had been made up on the spot.
A bowl of warm porridge was more sacred than gods who sat high above.
Even Theus had not stripped Josh of his title