This Is Also an Opportunity (Continued)

"You persuaded them to go back, right?"

Warfarin's voice was trembling with tears.

No, it only took us a few minutes to go back and forth.

What exactly did you do?

Maria, say something!

"I didn't let them go back, nor did I let them come."

Maria's tone was calm, but a hint of bloodlust crept into her voice.

After the Kazdel Wars, Maria seemed to have lost some of her sense of numbers.

A few hundred people weren't a large number in her eyes.

When Warfarin heard this, she felt as if the sky had fallen.

Clearly, her assessment of Maria was not accurate enough.

Although Maria's personality has indeed become much gentler over the years, her murderous nature has not changed at all.

They killed without hesitation!

This made Warfarin feel like her head was about to split open.

If something really happens, this incident could very well become an excuse for the Royal Court and the Demon King to go to war... In that case, even if she isn't the main culprit, she'll still be considered a criminal.

It's over... it's all over...

Warfarin squatted on the ground, her face contorted in pain.

But after struggling for a while, she managed to pull herself together.

No... there's still a chance to salvage the situation.

"You didn't let anyone else see it, did you?"

"No one survived."

"That's good..."

Warfarin sighed helplessly, but after hesitating, she quickly shook her head.

What's good about this? This is not good at all!

But...

"Since there are no survivors, there shouldn't be any problems."

Warfarin also lowered her head.

Fundamentally, this matter is the fault of the other Royal Court.

Even if Maria really killed them, they wouldn't dare say anything.

Or rather, what could they possibly say?

You sent several squads of soldiers to deliver gifts to the Demon King late at night, and they were all wiped out on the way, right?

This is completely unreasonable!

As long as Maria left no survivors, it means that no one knows who did all of this.

The dead have no way to prove it, that's true!

Thinking of this, Warfarin's tense heart finally relaxed a little.

Seeing Maria's still indifferent expression, she could only rub her temples.

"Never mind... this shouldn't be our problem anymore..."

"Let's go back first."

"Um."

Maria nodded.

On the other side.

A man in a smart white military uniform led his troops and silently arrived at the battlefield.

Hundreds of corpses lay scattered on the ground.

There was no intense battlefield activity around, and most of the soldiers' armor was intact.

Dents and damage are extremely rare.

All of their wounds were fatal.

The sharp wound required no second cut!

The smell of blood permeates this place!

This caused everyone who arrived to frown.

Meanwhile, a dark-skinned man wielding a sword slowly approached, a smile on his face.

The soldiers nearby, upon seeing the man, respectfully made way for him.

Quaesitura, the Confessarius...

"What an amazing view."

Facing hundreds of corpses, Quaesitura slowly spoke, his words tinged with surprise.

But what astonished him was not the lives, but the corpses.

"We didn't see or hear anything, nor did we notice any fighting break out; it was already over..."

"Even the regent Theresis, or the so-called god of war Nitze, could not have done this so easily."

"And all our actions were kept secret from everyone..."

Quaesitura blinked, a hint of confusion appearing on his face, which always wore an unpleasant smile.

At this point, who else in the royal city could do this?

"Lamaline?"

"No... while that Banshees Queen can create a silent domain, such a precise wound is beyond her capabilities."

Dukale spoke slowly, his words firm.

He had fought Lamaline several times and knew her fighting strength.

Lamaline truly lives up to her reputation as the youngest successor to the Banshees; even her enemy, Dukale, has to acknowledge her strength and talent.

Each time we meet, I find that the other person's abilities have improved considerably.

Even so, he could be certain that Lamaline that one blow.

Even if a few manage to do it, it's impossible for hundreds of people to do it the same way.

So who could it be?

"Perhaps? It's a joint effort by multiple people?"

Quaesitura then offered another suggestion.

"After all, trapping everyone here and killing them all at the same time without sending us any news doesn't seem like something one person could do..."

"Perhaps."

Dukale frowned slightly.

He seemed to recall someone, but quickly dismissed the thought.

That doesn't make sense.

If she really came back, she wouldn't be hiding it anymore.

So...

Who could it be?

"Um?"

Quaesitura noticed Dukale's confusion and turned his head away as well.

"Blood Demon Grand Duke, have you discovered anything?"

"... This is none of your business."

When the topic came up, Dukale's tone became somewhat stiff.

Seeing the other person's calm expression, he shook his head slightly.

"Just do what you're supposed to do, and don't ask about anything else."

"..."

Quaesitura did not reply, but his gaze shifted as if he had seen something. He took a small step back, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed.

Dukale realized what was happening and turned his head.

Not far away, the pink-haired woman, who looked like a delicate white flower, led her trusted confidantes out slowly.

Beside them were the Banshees Queen and Theresis.

"Demon King..."

Quaesitura spoke, his voice steady, showing no concern whatsoever about being discovered for colluding with Dukale.

Dukale remained calm in response.

"What are you doing here? This is an extremely dangerous battlefield. Someone who loves peace like you shouldn't be here."

Dukale spoke, his words still carrying a sarcastic and ironic tone.

Theresis frowned, her hand on the blade of her knife.

But in the end, he did not draw his sword.

Because his sister stopped him.

Theresa looked at the other person, shook her head slightly, and then glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

She was certain that these soldiers belonged to Dukale's retinue, and that they were all dead now...

Considering Warfarin's anxious demeanor earlier...

Does she know something?

Theresa pondered in her heart, but showed no emotion on her face.

She simply gazed calmly at the man.

"I've only come to warn those who are about to go astray."

Theresa spoke very firmly to Dukale.

She was acutely aware of what these people wanted, but she also knew she would never let them have their way!

In Kazdel, they are no longer the dominant force of this era!

"This foolish act will not make any sense. If you really want to, then cut off my head and show it to everyone."

Theresa's tone was so resolute, her firm words even carrying a chilling murderous intent.

Even the soldiers behind Dukale were stunned.

They looked at each other, their expressions showing some panic.

They had never seen their Demon King utter such serious words before, and what was even more serious was that they could tell Theresa was serious.

Those pink pupils looked so harmless, yet they exuded such a strong aura.

All the Sarkaz have seen what Theresa has done over the years.

Therefore, despite their various grievances against Theresa, they still held their faith in their Demon King.

They believed that this demon king could lead them to a brighter future for Sarkaz...

If Dukale really makes a move against Theresa, the entire Kazdel will be thrown into turmoil.