Turning around and walking out of Count's residence, Many saw the lonely figure still watching from afar.
Carolina seemed to have something to say.
Many knew that Nairíos had disappeared from the Elven Empire. Although he was not used to it, he was sure that the black dragon's disappearance was not as simple as it seemed.
How was he going to explain this to Carolina?
Turning to look at Grisier's statue beside him, he frowned, unable to recall why he had seen Karolina standing together with this black dragon in his hallucination.
"Lainey."
Many shouted at the Red Dragon Highness in the distance, but did not get a response.
"Many."
The Red Dragon Highness was stopped by the voice behind him. Turning around, he saw Sylvia shaking her head at him.
Many nodded in understanding, but did not say anything to Carolina. Instead, he walked on another path to the smithy. A few troll guards bowed to him, while the invisible Cullen troll stood guard in the surroundings.
Perhaps Lainey needed time to get used to it. Her life as a dragon had determined that she would need a long time to understand the nature of certain things.
Sylner let out a sigh as she watched them walk away. She also knew that the so-called emotional problems could sometimes lead people to a dead end, which had nothing to do with strength. For a woman who was more emotional than rational, or a female dragon, this kind of problem was more serious than anyone else.
"Nana."
Lexstrasza was not as cold to Sylvia. He turned around and greeted her with a smile.
However, the sadness in the corner of his eyes could not be concealed, and it made Sylvia's heart ache.
"It's been so long, but I haven't seen you talk about the past. Do you have time to tell me about it?"
"In the past … I might not have time, but now, I do."
Sighing softly, the Red Dragon in a dark red robe turned around. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of exhaustion in it.
* * *
"Sith doesn't have enough metal!
We need more ores! "
Dorgan's loud voice could be heard from afar. Even in the Medusa Dungeon's Munitions Factory, where the sounds of anvils hitting could be heard incessantly, Dorgan was always able to let others know of his presence.
Sith Dinite was the main component of the silver coin that Nairíos casually tossed to Paul at the Vine Bar in Calo. Three thousand years ago, the amount of Dinite was equivalent to the amount of Mithril in the present day. It was a precious metal that had the most terrifying resistance to magic and fire. This rare metal had long disappeared from the world. Only a simple-minded fool like Daugen would ask for a large amount of Sith Dinite from someone else.
"What are you doing?"
Many people walked up to Daugen, but the Dwarf did not notice them. Although there was no sunlight in the Dungeon, the surrounding torches lit up the place. The powerful Dwarf was startled by the ghost-like appearance. He turned around and raised his head. He reached out to wipe the sweat that flowed from his body because he was close to the furnace. He shouted, "Are you a thief?
Why are you always so silent!
I need Issidin Ore!
Otherwise, I can't make these things! "
"What did you make after leaving for so long?"
"You'll never imagine it!
Hahaha!
My name, Daugen Rockhammer, will probably go down in history because of it! "
The Dwarf's arrogant voice reverberated in the mountain walls. Many people's gazes were drawn to the things covered by linoleum in the distance.
It was so dark that it was impossible to see what it looked like. Many people walked over curiously and lifted up a corner to take a look. Soon after, they turned their heads in shock and saw Dao Root stroking his beard with his hand. He was laughing proudly.
"Good job!"
Many people nodded in satisfaction. It was obvious that Sith ore was a legendary item to the other military factories on the continent. However, to Oditore, who owned almost all the wealth of the Black Dragon Tribe, it was just some ore that was similar to mithril.
The reason was that the four mines in the Dwarf's territory were completely open to Oditore. More than a platoon of Troll Warriors had already used the legendary anti-magic armor!
This was the favorite scene of the legendary bards — the brave warriors wearing invincible armor, fearlessly charging at the enemy, and achieving great feats.
When many people came out of the military factories, they were thinking about the fate of the distant Holy See.
…
Oditore held a grand welcoming ceremony in the afternoon.
Madam Vasaki, who had made great contributions in the Lembas War, led the troll warriors who stayed behind to return to Oditore. Madam Vasaki, who had already advanced to become a grand mage, walked out of the portal that she personally constructed with an unimaginable temperament. Behind her were Elder Sandinaran and Pandora, followed by the thirteen maids.
Then came the rest of the warriors.
The magic wand in Madam Vasaki's hand flashed. After the teleportation, she tapped it lightly. The light and the magic wand disappeared.
Magic equipment was an existence that surpassed ordinary magic equipment.
"Welcome back, Madam."
Many people bowed lightly, the standard noble etiquette. Madam Vasaki's lips curled up slightly. This Elder Medusa who used to call many Chen Kingdom "little guys" finally did not act like before. Instead, she calmly returned the greeting with a unique gesture of Medusa.
"My Lord."
This greeting contained too many emotions. There was no need for more words. Madam walked forward without any hesitation and hugged the Empire Count. She gently kissed his cheek.
It was unimaginably domineering.
This action stunned Flora, who was also welcoming them, for a few seconds. She did not say anything after that. She only smiled faintly. Sylvia secretly pulled Carolina's hand. The Red Dragon Highness also forced a smile. However, she did not look happy no matter how one looked at it.
The crisis of the Holy See was temporarily resolved. However, it did not mean that the Roslorian Continent was safe. His Majesty Carter's army did not receive any destructive attacks. The Holy Knight Order did not dare to pursue them for too long. Everyone knew that outside the Solameia Wall of the Lembas Holy See, there was still an unimaginably huge force outside. They were the real finale of this war.
Pandora did not hug Many. Instead, she looked at him meaningfully and walked away while swaying her hips. Elder Sandinaran was even more arrogant. After saying "I can finally go and have a good sleep", he walked towards his house in Oditore. Many looked at the powerful women helplessly. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to the maids.
Ever since Many left the last time, he had left these maids in Lembas. However, when he saw them again, these girls who were once powerless were now terrifyingly powerful.
Tier 9?
Not only that. Compared to ordinary Tier 9 powerhouses, these maids' aura were even more terrifying. However, the only thing they had was that they did not know how to use their immense power.
When thirteen Tier 9 powerhouses stood together, they were a force that could not be ignored no matter where they were. Moreover, their power came from their faith. It was almost endless. Compared to Many who had already become a demigod, the only thing these girls lacked was battle experience.
Perhaps in the past, Many would turn around and ask the shadow that was always by his side. However, now, the shadow that always stood with his hands behind his back was no longer in his mind.
"Have a good rest."
After saying this, Many turned around and walked back to Count's mansion with the maids.
The meaning of their existence was no longer just "maids." If compared to the records in the Book of Revelation, these maids were equivalent to the existence of the thirteen angels beside the God of Light.
They were the existence that protected the God of Light. They were powerful and inviolable.
However, no one would really say anything inappropriate about these things. Even Patriarch Becky, who had the identity of an angel, would not simply say anything that could confirm anything.
Because of this, there were many rumors in the Empire. Some even said that the Count was actually the incarnation of the God of Light. He came to save the people of this world. His existence was the light that illuminated the darkness.
Because of this, the number of "believers" increased rapidly. Everything seemed to be very reasonable.
Oditore returned to peace. However, everything seemed to be surging in the dark.