Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 392 A Letter to Galahad

The prince sat at the table, writing furiously on the paper with a quill pen in his hand.

His handwriting was a bit messy, and it didn't even conform to the format of a letter, but he didn't care at all.

"Galahad, I think the best thing I ever did was choose to maintain my friendship with Castel."

"Do you remember what you said when that airship landed on our territory?"

"You say this is a miraculous creation, and suggest I take this airship for myself and kill those soldiers."

"I refused at the time. I had a vague idea, but I couldn't figure it out for a while."

Now I know.

"Galahad, miracles can never change everything. If miracles are needed to save the Empire, then the Empire has no reason to exist."

"I initially wanted to describe Castells as a miracle, but recently my thoughts have changed. I spoke with Hughes; he's a learned man, his mind brimming with wondrous theories and ideas. I really want to crack open his skull and see what kind of being is inside, capable of such profound thought."

"It was through our conversations that I came to believe that the word 'miracle,' so full of chance, could not be used to describe Castel's power."

"Yes, powerful! My dear knight, Castel is incredibly powerful, virtually flawless in both strength and its systems and institutions!"

"It's just that many things are hard to notice, and only I can notice them and uncover the truth hidden behind the scenes."

When I first came here, I thought it was nothing special; after all, it didn't look much different.

"I had imagined this place would be filled with factories, but it's just barren plains on the outskirts."

Suddenly, the prince stopped writing.

He looked up at the sky, and in his vision, a semi-transparent figure was asking a question:
"But there really is nothing outside the island, Isabella."

"Ha, you haven't noticed yet?"

The prince's soul frowned and pondered for a while, then shook his head hesitantly.

Do you remember that lighthouse?

"That one by the sea? Isn't that just an ordinary one?"

"It's made of steel."

"Huh?" The prince's soul was stunned.

"It's not just a lighthouse; the foundation beneath it is entirely made of steel. What kind of lighthouse is that? If I'm not mistaken, it's probably just a pile of salvaged shipwrecks with a light on top."

“That’s not all.” Isabella tossed the quill aside and looked at the shocked prince with a delighted expression.

"Have you noticed that it seems to have gotten a bit taller? I guess those banshees underwater are the ones that wrecked the ship. They cut up the shipwreck fragments they collected and piled them up there, and slowly it turned into the shape of a 'lighthouse'."

The prince's eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly: "How much steel would that require?"

Isabella looked into the distance: "Perhaps this is the true power of industry."

After a moment of silence, the prince's soul suddenly raised his head: "You, you must have noticed other details, right? You went back to the seaside specifically for this, not to see these things!"

"Indeed, you are quite perceptive."

"Do you remember the tall wall we saw on the road, with trees planted on it?"

The prince's spirit muttered softly, "That's strange too? Well, planting trees on a wall is definitely odd." "Because that's not a wall, it's the limbs of an evil god!"

"what!?"

"Do you remember what Galahad said? That the tentacles of the evil god are all over the island. Have you seen them?"

The prince's soul shook its head.

"It's impossible for everything scattered across the island to be hidden, and the appearance of this high wall is also inexplicable. Considering all these factors, there is only one possibility: it is an evil god!"

"But, but there are trees planted on it."

"Idiot! You've got the order backwards. How could an ordinary tree grow on the body of an evil god? Maybe that high wall is actually a nursery, built specifically to grow that tree."

The prince was stunned. After thinking carefully for a while, he gasped.

"Besides these, do you remember the two banshees who came back with us and suddenly disappeared?"

"That's true, but it's normal for them to leave, isn't it?"

"It's normal, but this silent disappearance is still a bit strange. I went to the beach later and went to take a look. There was a hole on the back slope of the ground there."

"Cave entrance? A cave?"

"No, it doesn't seem like it. It should be a man-made opening. Do you remember the network tunnel system that Hughes mentioned? I suspect that the entire underground of Castel is filled with such a network tunnel!"

"All over? That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"Perhaps there's an exaggeration, but the number is definitely very large," Isabella said confidently. "These net tunnels are useless if there aren't enough of them; only a large number are effective! And did you notice? It's succubi that go in!"

This time, even the prince's soul realized: "The banshees' size allows them to move freely, so they must be at least four meters tall, right?"

“It’s definitely higher than that. If I were to design the net, I would have to take into account the size of the Banshee’s weapons. Hughes has no reason to forget that. So do you know how big of a project this is?”

The prince had little experience in managing his territory, so he only had a vague idea. Seeing him scratch his head, Isabella sighed.

"To put it simply, this is a project larger than building ten Bloodharbors. How could Castells possibly manage it with such a small force? Either they have heavy machinery or they have some unique methods. So do you understand what I mean?"

The prince's soul wanted to ask a question, but hesitated and did not speak. Isabella ignored him and picked up her quill pen to write again.

"Galahad, never underestimate any of Castel's creations."

This island is like an iceberg; what you see at first glance is its disguise, but beneath the surface lies its colossal and terrifying form, and a maddening truth.

The scariest thing is that it wasn't deliberately faking it.

"It's simply that our shallow vision cannot penetrate the surface of the sea."

"It is so enormous that it exceeds the limits of our comprehension. It's like standing in front of a cliff; you can't see the whole picture, and you can't tell whether you're standing in front of a small mound or facing the Pillars of the World that support the sky."

Never underestimate Castells; it may not know how vast it is, but we must know how insignificant we are.

"There's one more thing. I plan to increase cooperation with Castel. Has the letter I sent to the North been sent yet? If it hasn't been sent, don't send it. If it has been sent..."

"Then let's prepare for war."

(End of this chapter)