Guramo in Action

Deep night, one hundred and twenty li south of Oto City, at the Capital Region Legion's encampment.

Guramo, patriarch of the Purple Grass Family, was dressed in black. With a dozen personal guards, he climbed the nearest hill. His expression was grave as he watched the distant military camp, where specks of bonfire flickered. Outside the camp, patrols of warriors moved in squads, so the group did not dare approach too closely, only circling far around through the mountains.

Guramo gazed for a while at the camp of several thousand men. That was a force the southern nobles would find hard to resist. Then he turned and looked north. Darkness shrouded the mountains, and a greater evil was bearing down from there, carrying the roar of the Volcano Demon.

"Hss~~"

Guramo drew in a deep breath, and a shivering excitement welled through his whole body, like a gambler casting the dice.

By now, Medina's assassination should have had its result. Her fingernails were painted with the poison of the Jungle Poison Frog. As long as she scratched the king's skin and the slightest bit seeped into his blood, it could carry away that abnormally powerful king.

"The deadly Fer-de-lance needs only one bite to take the fierce life of a Jaguar. Even the weak, if they seize the weakness of the strong, have a chance to overturn the board and win. May the Moon Goddess Haratana bless me. I will offer human sacrifices to Her!"

Guramo lowered his head and prayed for a moment, seeking the moon's blessing.

From the moment he saw the Fiefdom Reform Decree, killing intent had risen in his heart. And when Medina told him the king was unwilling to make any compromise, he made up his mind to assassinate him! No matter how severe the