"Did they get it on the Magic Stone?"
"Yes."
Olmedo picked up the Recording Magic Stone on the desk and activated it. The "Demon's Claw Peninsula" described in the battle report appeared clearly on the wall.
A black border surrounded the image. It had clearly been filmed through a telescope.
For the next ten-odd minutes, the Office fell silent. Only the Magic Stone's slightly distorted, delayed sounds continued to play.
No wonder the Hellfire Legion's battle report had declared the Red-Eye Clan destroyed. In a catastrophe that terrifying, even the Blackwatch Legion would have had few survivors.
Seawater, sinking, disaster... Annan suddenly had an idea for the ninth Magic Film, whose script he had never found time to prepare.
The whirlpool on the sea was changing. Annan let the Magic Stone keep playing and lowered his head to read on.
Femi had a theory about who was behind the Ratfolk spy—though calling it a theory was generous. It was all but confirmed to be a demon.
After the Ratfolk at the foot of the Snow Mountains were wiped out, the demons had gained the most.
Free City had earned prestige by eliminating a Ratfolk Clan, but they had also helped the demons pull out a thorn.
Olmedo considered the demons the greater threat. After all, the dog that bit did not bark.
The McKennan Ratfolk were menacing, certainly, but their goal was plain to see: destruction, invasion, expansion.
The demons, on the other hand, had abandoned their former chaos for an unnatural silence. They had even raised a vast Anti-Magic Field in the Far North. No one knew what they were plotting...
"Albeck survived. He'll tell the Empire everything, so we don't need to worry about it," Annan said.
Olmedo nodded. "That's what I think too."
They had saved the