Isaac sneered. "The Four Northern Territories have always had three grand dukes, unchanged for decades. Count Bazel can stand alongside them only because his cavalry defeated the armies of all three grand dukes."
"I see... So that's how he managed to establish himself here." Gwen finally gained an overall understanding of the situation in the Northern Territory.
"So running is useless. We have to defeat them head-on."
"But... as you say, we probably... can't win, can we?" Gwen's voice carried a hint of bitterness. The more she learned about the enemy, the more clearly she understood their current predicament. Did their resistance army really stand a chance?
Isaac laughed instead, his tone somewhat strange. "Miss Gwen, you don't know where I come from yet, do you?"
"You're with the Gray Alliance, aren't you?"
"That's my current identity. Before that... I served another organization—"
"The Order of Moth Chasing Flame, those who pursued knowledge without regard for their lives."
Simply speaking the words "Moth Chasing Flame" could invite interrogation from the church. The Holy See regarded them as something even more terrifying than a plague.
Even in the White Crow Duchy, Gwen had heard of their infamous reputation.
It was not because they were always causing accidents or summoning evil gods—every cultist caused trouble. The Mother Goddess Church had summoned far more [Loving Mothers] than they had, yet it had always ranked below Moth Chasing Flame in terms of danger.
The main reason was...
"What we're best at is rebellion." Isaac proudly raised his head.
In Rhine, Moth Chasing Flame rebelled against the Empire. In the Northern Territory, they rebelled against the Holy See. On the South Continent, they rebelled against the Sleepless Ones.
In Castel...
Oh, that one didn't count. Moth Chasing Flame was forever loyal.
The Mother Goddess Church