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Chapter 44 Agricultural Expo (End)
The priestess sat upright in the VIP room, and a young attendant carefully poured tea for her.

The attendant dared not make a sound, for even she could tell that the disgraced priest was in a bad mood.

"Still no news from Kieslfield?"

The old woman tapped her fingers on the table. "It's a joke. Does she really think that deserting her post will have any impact on the situation?"

The trembling servant dared not answer; she had no idea where her sister, Kiesfield, had gone. This eccentric hero had left the embassy early that morning and hadn't been heard from since.

The priest glanced at the trembling little girl, snorted coldly, and listened to the good news coming from the communication array in his ear.

The spies had completely blended into the crowd, and her family's private soldiers in Rescadeer were also ready. The transfer magic circle had been confirmed to be in perfect condition... only one Kieslfield was missing.

However, the assassins sent out a few days ago have disappeared without a trace.

The priest looked down at the stage below, where a petite, black-haired girl in a white robe was giving a speech.

Was her name Obola? What a disgusting name.

That was the very target she ordered the assassins to kill in order to create chaos.

The fact that the chairman of the farmers' association can now stand openly under her nose means that those incompetent people's mission has completely failed.

The two heroes of Visegrand are still missing. Artus left Elcia and handed over his duties to Sister Melda... And a few days ago, the red and white flash that illuminated the entire sky was undoubtedly the work of Kieslfir.

But that brat has disappeared somewhere now. If she were here, she would probably only be mocking and ridiculing me.

The priest leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Upon careful consideration, she realized that there were far too many uncertainties, far exceeding her expectations.

Ever since that old bastard from the Northculim family rose to power, her once smooth-sailing life has never been smooth again.

The nobles he had known for generations betrayed him.

The warriors who belonged to their side turned their swords around.

Even the supreme deity she worshipped never answered her prayers.

Now, her desperate gamble seems like a joke. All her preparations have vanished before Visegrain; some unseen and intangible force has been working against her all along, and she has never even figured out its true identity.

…It's ridiculous and laughable.

If he were to tuck his tail between his legs and slink back to Rescadeer now, kneeling before Nosculim and kissing the tips of his shoes, he might still have a chance to survive.

The priest's fingers tightened suddenly, causing the tea in the cup to sway slightly.

on one's last legs?

Like an old dog wagging its tail and begging for scraps from Northrum?
She almost burst out laughing, but only a dry, grinding sound came from her throat.

…No.

The foundation that formed her life had long since crumbled.

Power has vanished, faith has gone unanswered, and influence is utterly depleted.

All that remains now is an ambition burning to ashes, smoldering within her chest.

The outcome of failure may have been predetermined, but so what?

Her cloudy eyes reflected the young figure on the stage. The agricultural cooperative chairman's speech was nearing its end, and she clearly saw that the girl's confidence and composure were based on her strength and knowledge.

Envy. Jealousy. Resentment. If she had that kind of magical talent... she wouldn't be here licking her wounds like a broken-legged old dog.

The communication array vibrated, and the spies remained silent, seemingly waiting for her to give the final order.

"The plan remains unchanged. We will begin action after I finish speaking."

The attendant trembled; though young, she fully understood the meaning behind the priest's words.

“Don’t stop,” she added, her gaze fixed on Obora below. “These people are traitors to humanity, bewitched by demons and beyond redemption… Put away your sympathy. Don’t forget, you represent Reskateye, the kingdom watched over by the Supreme God, and all your actions are protected by the Supreme God.”

Since victory is impossible, let's just end with a grand and chaotic destruction.

Let the flames burn, the higher they burn, the better.

Burn until it's bright enough to reveal the ugly struggle of this old dog lunging at the enemy's throat.

Before the delegation of nations, the death of Priest Rescadeyer could not be dismissed lightly.

The thought that the death of his old dog could ignite a war between Visegran and Rescuetier, dragging these two countries, which he now finds utterly repulsive, into conflict filled him with an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

What kind of expression will that controlling old man from the Northmulim family make?
She clapped along to the beat and hummed an off-key hymn.

The insignificant, laughable dying struggle of an old dog is enough if it can disgust that old man for a little while.

Three figures were squeezed together in the narrow alley.

Two people stand, one person kneels.

“Krinshid?” Eugene checked the strength of the ropes binding the kneeling man and handed the items he had taken from him to his girlfriend.

“Hmm…these ledgers and valuables on him, and the secret letters he didn’t have time to deal with…sigh, is he planning to use these letters as blackmail to save his own life? Oh well, he’s an idiot anyway, these things are enough evidence that this guy is fleeing to escape punishment.” Another hero…or rather, Klinshid, curled her lip and kicked the kneeling man in the abdomen.

She didn't use much force, but the kneeling man collapsed to the ground, muttering a humble plea, "Eugene... and Klinschild, right? I was forced... I..."

“I’m sorry, Deacon Tum. We’ve all done wrong… but that’s no excuse for you to flee. If it weren’t for me and Klinshid stopping you, you planned to escape to Rescadeye by using the teleportation magic circle, didn’t you?” Eugene knelt on the ground, his tone gentle. “After this is over, we will all be punished together and atone for our sins through our actions… I hope you will join us.”

"Why all the nonsense? Do you really expect this guy to repent?" Klinshid said, hands on her hips, her voice filled with dissatisfaction. "The money he embezzled is enough to buy a plot of land in the upper city of Rescade and build a manor... Tsk, it makes me angry just thinking that we were betrayed and tricked by someone like this."

"Haha... By the way, the agricultural expo should have already finished its opening ceremony by now, right?"

"The topic change was too abrupt. Don't expect someone like that to change... Judging by the time, the King and that little girl from the agricultural cooperative should have finished speaking. Now it's the delegation's turn to speak..."

Klinshead's words came to an abrupt halt.

The teleportation magic circle engraved on the manhole cover next to him was emitting an ominous red light, reminiscent of molten rock.

"Activated? Eugene, prepare for battle... No, that's not right... This isn't a sign that the transfer magic circle has been activated..."

After a moment of confusion, Klinshid's face turned deathly pale.

"Magic Furnace..."

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