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"I hope to ignite the conflict's focal point, Aldra City, within this month."
Edward gazed ahead, his fingers slowly tapping his thigh as he spoke unhurriedly:
"It's February 9 now."
"The new governor has only been here a few days. He hasn't even established his authority yet. There's very little you can make of his death."
After thinking for several seconds, he turned to Mirella, who had come to negotiate, and suddenly said, "Igniting the conflict, not killing the governor and formally going to war. Shea Eggs didn't come in person, yet you can take responsibility for this deal-you want a discount."
Mirella nodded cautiously. They had settled on that wording after discussion, precisely to give the devil no chance to raise the stakes or distort anything.
The devil seemed to lose interest abruptly. With a sigh, he leaned back against the sofa and casually raised a hand to wave.
"Let's hear it."
"...A mutiny." Mirella recited his prepared lines. "Our aim is to cause unrest within Loen's garrison and gradually split it from within. The original garrison commander faced us for several months, and both sides suffered heavy losses. But the new general only wants to finish the peace negotiations quickly and leave. He seems to have another purpose for coming to the Southern Continent."
"What's the name of the general who faced you?"
"Javier Rena." Mirella produced a document out of thin air and sent it into Edward's hands on a cold gust of wind.
Edward did not look through it. "That surname doesn't belong to the ancient language systems of the Northern Continent's nations. Where is he from?"
"Strictly speaking, he's a Southern Continent native, or rather, of mixed northern and southern descent. His family came from the Highland Kingdom and settled in Balam about a