After forming an alliance with the barbarians, the Starling Party descended Mt. Calcarus with a light heart. Luckily, unlike when they were climbing the mountains, they were able to descend easily with Yuriaâs guidance.
âThis is the city you were talking about.â
The city that they arrived at per Desirâs request was Pirium, a barbarian city located below Mt. Calcarus.
It was an area open to other countries as well, which explained the numerous foreigners that mingled in the streets.
The barbarians sold goods like durable stone handicrafts and ores of high quality, so many merchants frequented the area.
âThank you for the guidance, Yuria.â âThen Iâll see you later on the battlefield.â
Yuria bid the Starling Party farewell and went her own way.
Pram examined the city as he spoke.
âBut unlike what weâve heard, itâs not that lively.â
As he said, the mood was oddly somber. This was another side effect of the war between the Allied Forces and the Outsiders.
âGo ahead, rest at the inn. Iâll go report on the completion of our mission.â
The place Desir headed to was the embassy of the Hebrion Empire. As the only barbarian city open to other countries, each nation had their own embassy within the city walls.
At the embassy, Desir verified his identity with his gold plaque and used the embassyâs communication device to contact Hersaint-Blanc.
âSeven thousand barbarian soldiers that can be mobilized. And all of them are skilled enough to be knights?â
The news of their successful alliance with the barbarians had excited Hersaint-Blanc greatly. âThat much power alone is equivalent to an entire flank of the troops provided by the Western Kingdom Union. Itâs beyond my expectations.â
âHow is the current situation?â
At Desirâs question, Hersaint-Blanc murmured to himself. âI canât say itâs too good.â
He continued speaking.
After the battle between Zod Exarion and the homunculus, now known as the Battle of Lagrium, the commanders of the Allied Forces determined that the war would enter a lull. Everything seemed to point to that being the truth. That is, until the Outsiders took advantage of the situation and launched an unexpected attack on the Allied Forces.
Normally, to launch such an attack while being so severely outnumbered, would be to hand victory to your enemies. But the reason they carried out the attack was simple.
The homunculus had returned to the front lines.
âIt went exactly according to your partyâs observations in the Shadow World. The homunculusâs recovery was truly extraordinary. It should have been completely destroyed during its fight against the Master of the Magic Tower, yet it had already made a full recovery and rejoined the front lines.â
Desirâs face hardened. The homunculusâs extraordinary regenerative power was something he was already well aware of.
However, its speed was beyond his expectation.
âHaving experienced the full brunt of its power once, the Allied Forces have established a Special Forces unit to eliminate it, but theyâre already busy just trying to keep it in check.â âIt would be hard to stand up to it unless weâre as strong as Zod.â
The mere presence of the homunculus was enough to force opponents to change their strategy, and it alone had the power to turn the situation upside down.
However, the homunculus was by no means an invincible creature.
The Allied Forces, composed of the strongest forces on the continent, werenât weak enough to collapse due to a single being.
Confirming that the alliance between the Western Kingdom Union and Hebrion Empire was progressing rather smoothly, Desir determined that the current situation wasnât too terrible. âYou should hurry up and take your party and join the ranks at the Lagrium Plains as well.â
âI understand.â *Beep*
With that, their communications ended.
Having finished his report, Desir located the inn using his communication bracelet and left the embassy.
When he arrived at the inn, Pram was waiting for him outside. âHow was it?â
Seeing Desir approach, Pram ran up to him like a puppy and greeted him. Seeing Pram act cutely like always, Desir let out a smile, but it was no time to be chatting casually.
âPram, could you call the others over?â
Sensing the concern within Desirâs tone, Pram hurried to call the other party members over. Once everyone had arrived, Desir started recounting the news he had heard; that the situation wasnât very good, and that the Starling Party would have to join the war effort.
When he finished talking, the air felt heavy with tension. Feeling anxious was only natural. Regardless of how many battles they had undertaken in the Shadow Worlds, the weight that the term âwarâ held was something entirely different.
But no one was scared.
Riled up, Romantica spoke energetically.
âWars disgust me, but if my opponents are the Outsiders, Iâll do whatever I need to. I wonât let them get away with something like âthatâ again.â
Desir, Adjest, and Pram knew immediately what she was talking about.
Last summer, the Outsiders had committed an act of terrorism on a grand scale in Deltaheim, the capital of Prillecha. Romanticaâs hometown.
As a result, the city had been destroyed, and many lives had been lost. The shock she must have felt at the time would be indescribable.
Adjest agreed with her opinion.
âThe Outsidersâ indiscriminative terrorism is unforgivable.â
The Outsiders had also manipulated the Hebrion Academyâs Party Competition, aiming to eliminate as many parties as possible, each filled with all of the young promising talent in the Empire. Through that incident, several students had lost their lives.
They were more than likely to continue carrying out such indiscriminate acts of terrorism. Pram too had something to add.
âIf weâre able to prevent future damage by stopping them, I think that we must fight too.â Everyone was in agreement. Then there was no reason to hesitate.
Desir nodded.
âLetâs end this war as soon as possible.â
* * *
A bathtub filled to the brim with red blood.
Walls of black blood, blood that had long since dried and lost its original color.
In the room decorated with splattered red and black blood, a man sat in the corner.
He had a gag in his mouth, and his limbs were tied down with ropes to prevent him from moving.
His eyes were full of fear.
And next to him stood a woman wearing a mask embellished with feathers and jewels. The mask covered more than half of her face, yet her beauty still spilled out.
Unlike the man who was frozen in terror, she was far too calm. Despite being in a room that would scare anyone, she looked comfortable, as if she were at home.
Feather Mask smiled lightly as she approached the man. Her smiling lips overflowed with sensuality.
âHow long will you hold out?â *Splatter*
Blood gushed out from the slit drawn on the manâs throat. He widened his eyes in agony. âMmph! MMMHPHH!â
âDonât get too scared. I wonât kill you that easily.â
In Feather Maskâs hand was a dagger dripping with fresh blood. She laughed as the man struggled.
âNo need to think of it as a waste. Your blood will be valued greatly.â
Feather Mask bent down and licked the blood that flowed down the manâs throat.
âMMMMPH!â
Her lips, once very captivating, terrified him as they were stained with blood.
The man only stopped breathing once he had bled so much that the carpet couldnât soak up any more.
Her eyes that had been filled with so much excitement just moments ago went dull. As she wallowed in disappointment, someone opened the door and entered.
It was a man with a muscular body.
He was Mountain King Raden, the leader of a group of bandits that had conquered the five mountains in the central area of the continent. A man who had reached Bishop Class.
The moment he saw the state of the room, he frowned. âI got a call from Crow Mask.â
âYou did?â
Feather Mask followed Raden to the hallway.
They were located in an ancient castle that was originally built by the previous kingdom to fight against the barbarians.
As the war ended, the castle became useless and was now being used as the Outsidersâ base.
It was when they had been walking for some time, Raden looked at the bloodstain on Feather Maskâs shoulder as he spoke.
âHow about you stop that disgusting hobby of yours?â
âWhy? Itâs just some light entertainment before the battle begins. Canât I even do that?â âYouâre going too far. Iâm tired of sacrificing my men for that perverted hobby of yours.â Forty-five people.
That was the number of people Feather Mask had sacrificed in the past week.
In order to satisfy her needs, Raden had handed her captives, deserted underlings, and even innocent men when that wasnât enough.
Feather Maskâs brutal indulgences were enough to make even her allies sick. âDonât you dare insult my artwork.â
âArt? Please, give me-â
In an instant, the nigh-unbearable thick scent of bloodlust wafted off from Feather Mask. Raden felt as though his whole body was being squeezed.
Beneath the mask decorated with feathers and jewels, an alluring smile blossomed.
âYou should be grateful Iâm not feasting on you. If I didnât restrain myself to these small-scale splurges, I wouldâve woven your intestines into ribbons and decorated this castle weeks ago.â Feather Mask turned back to the front.
*Thud*
Once the pressure around his body ceased, he subconsciously fell to his knees.
Feather Mask ignored Raden and climbed the stairs as he still lay on the floor in shock, his body unresponsive after experiencing the skill difference between them first-hand.
A communication came through, connecting to one of the top rooms of the castle. [-Howâs life in that place?]
It was Crow Maskâs voice.
âHow much longer do we have to do this? Holding the fort is suffocating. This job doesnât suit me at all.â
[-Itâll be over soon. Are things going as planned?]
âTheyâre all moving like you said. Thereâs nothing that will interfere with the plan.â
Crow Maskâs plan was extensive yet detailed. Feather Mask admitted that his resourcefulness was a trait that required acknowledgement.
âBut you wouldnât call just to tell me that, so why did you call me this time?â [-To tell you that now that the time is ripe, youâre free to run wild.]
At those words, Feather Maskâs lips drew into a thin line. âIâve been waiting for you to say that.â