Unless that snake decided to shut itself away, the Reunion Movement was a powder keg that exploded on contact. They had no ideals, no agenda. Even gathered together, they were merely isolated individuals, not a unified whole.
But that snake... if it could so easily shut itself away, it would not have lingered like a ghost for hundreds or thousands of years.
Kal'tsit was very confident in her deduction.
"Winterwisp Blood Shaman. Anyone who could name such a thing was either very old or exceptionally knowledgeable about history." Kal'tsit lowered her head. "These monsters are especially susceptible to psychic attacks. If conditions permit, I would like Rosmontis's squad to undertake this mission."
Rosmontis's squad.
There had always been a certain prejudice toward this squad within Rhodes Island. Everyone believed it was a distorted team where the captain handled all the combat, while the other members were responsible for logistics and looking after their captain. The main reason was probably that Operator Rosmontis was simply too powerful.
Kal'tsit's words were taken as an order.
Naturally, in addition to Rosmontis's squad, which had remained hidden behind the scenes, the relevant medical personnel had to accompany them as well. Kal'tsit spared no expense, dispatching two aircraft in total, along with the Anchor of Rhodes Island. Saria, serving as a stabilizer, also accompanied Rosmontis's squad to the Winterwisp Mountains.
"I have a question."
Saria raised a very practical question.
"Why not hand it over to the shrine?"
Indeed, why not let the shrine handle it? Her presence was like a golden signboard. No matter how many hardships lay ahead, they would be as easy as walking on level ground for a miko.
Kal'tsit frowned.
That miko was far too troublesome. She had already snatched up too many fine cabbages.
The lesson involving Red was