The last time an intruder had set foot on Montreal Mountain was over a hundred years ago.
The Magic Circle on Montreal Mountain activated, and a vast magical barrier enveloped the entire mountain.
Horn calls that seemed to come from an ancient age sounded everywhere. Fully armed knights rushed into the streets.
The people of the Empire were ready to fight. Men picked up shovels and axes, women grabbed brooms and door bars, and white-haired elders donned the armor they polished day and night.
"Are we just going to stand here and do nothing?"
Annan was clearly talking to Little Bat. But Little Bat held fast to his principles: If I'm not looking at him, he can't be talking to me. If he looks at me, I'll pretend I didn't hear.
Gazing at Montreal Mountain as it braced for battle, Annan could not help worrying. "The Council Chairman is too impulsive. If he's on our side, we could discuss how to get the Life Casket back together."
"Didn't you say he was the mysterious man? Then in the future he saw, going there himself must be the only way to bring Vitalig back."
"But what happens afterward? Will you really let Vitalig go?"
Olin only said, "The one invading Montreal Mountain is the Council Chairman, not Vitalig."
Whatever else happened, Montreal Golden Family blood ran through Vitalig's veins, and he had the strongest claim to rule the Rikaner Kingdom. Controlling him or winning him over would bring the greatest benefit. But the Council Chairman... The Empire was no pushover. Someone would have to answer for this attack.
The best outcome for him would be imprisonment...
The Council Chairman was a powerful Legendary Mage. By Annan's rough estimate, he was worth two or three Little Bats. But that was plainly not