Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"I've heard of the legends of Yan Nation. However, this also shows that the situation in the city has deteriorated to this extent." The doctor touched his chin. "But I am very curious about who could bring together a group of people with such intense class conflicts."

"Actually, there's no great reason..." Fester scratched his head sheepishly, "She saved most of us. If it weren't for the Commander, we would have all died at the hands of the Sarkaz or the Deep Pool."

"Just like Lolo, his father was beaten to death by several mercenaries because he refused to sell out the information of the city defense army." Fester also helped Lolo explain why they targeted the Sarkaz. In his opinion, Lolo's behavior was not unreasonable.

"As for me, I didn't want to work for the Sarkaz either. I fled all the way from Highbury in the west with a few colleagues and almost starved to death in the connecting pipe..." Fester shuddered as he recalled his life before coming to the base. "In the end, it was the commander who found us. She pulled us out of desperate situations one by one and brought us together. We all admire her and believe she can lead us through one desperate situation after another."

After hearing Fester's description, the doctor felt that this commander and Miss Noah should get along well.

"Commander, tell me, should we move immediately?"

"Commander, I suggest we launch a rescue operation immediately."

"commander……"

The noisy chatter in the conference room seemed to completely quiet down after a certain voice was heard.

"Hammer, Taylor, calm down." This voice was gentle, like the echo of a valley brushing through people's hearts, refreshing and soothing their impatience. "Time is running out, arguing is useless."

"...That voice?" Not only the King of Advance, but even Amiya and the Doctor were momentarily stunned. The voice was almost identical to Noah's. If they hadn't known Noah couldn't be here right now, they would have thought he'd arrived before them, perhaps even established a resistance group.

"Mr. Fest, was the last person to speak your commander? She sounded... very young." But Amiya still felt the difference. Compared with Noah, this person's voice was more childish, almost like a young version of Miss Noah's voice.

"Surprised, isn't it? When I first met the commander, I expressed the same sentiment as you." Fester looked at Amiya, shook his head, and complained, "Remember just now, Miss Carters, the first time I saw you, I recognized you as the leader. You'll soon know why. Come, meet our commander."

"Everyone, I understand your feelings. However, there is one thing that does not need to be discussed."

"We will definitely rescue our people."

"If we allow the enemy to harm our warriors, who will be willing to fight alongside us in the future?"

"If we allow the enemy to capture our friends, who will be willing to lend us a hand later?"

"We are the Londinium Citizens' Self-Rescue Army. We want to save Londinium, but before that, we must rescue the living people we know."

Before Rhodes Island and the others entered the conference room, that person's voice had already suppressed everything in the room. The raised hands were thin, small, and childish. But they seemed to have enough strength to suppress the anger and anxiety that was about to boil over.

The meeting fell silent.

People's eyes were focused on their commander, so naturally, as if no one had ever doubted whether those thin shoulders could bear such heavy hopes.

This picture seems familiar.

Many Rhodes Island operators had this thought. They all looked at Carters standing in front of them.

"I understand what Fester means." In this commander, Rhodes Island and others felt the characteristics of both Amiya and Noah: he was considerate and promising at a young age.

The discussion outside had obviously been heard by the commander in the inner room, so she spoke up.

"It seems that before we discuss the specific rescue plan, we need to meet a few new friends. Fester, please bring them over."

Upon hearing the commander's order, Fester immediately pushed open the door of the conference room. In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the Rhodes Island team brought by Fester. Moreover, the people of Rhodes Island also saw the black-haired girl standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Hello everyone from Rhodes Island, I have been looking forward to your arrival."

She was indeed not tall, and looked about the same as Amiya, dressed in white and with two braids, but the most eye-catching thing was the horn protruding from her forehead. This feature immediately reminded Amiya of the unicorn-like appearance in the Atlas of Gods and People that Kal'tsit had introduced.

It is said that Miss Noah also has unicorn bloodline. Is this the reason why their voices are similar?

This serious person looked everyone from Rhodes Island up and down. When she noticed the surprise in their eyes, she asked curiously. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, it's just because you look like someone we know, so that's why—" Amiya quickly explained, "We also have an operator with unicorn blood on Rhodes Island, and your voice is very similar to hers."

"So... I never thought my compatriots would still exist in this land. My name is Clovisia, commander of the Londinium Citizens' Self-Defense Force."

The girl who called herself Clovisia looked at Amiya, the leader of Rhodes Island, and smiled.

The reason why she knew Rhodes Island would come to Londinium was actually very simple. Rhodes Island was a friend of her friend.

Clovisia received help from her friends, and her friends asked her to help the Rhodes Island team enter Londinium, and they have already arrived here.

This base welcomes the arrival of Rhodes Island. Even if it is just for the friend who provided her with valuable information, Clovisia will seriously entertain the Rhodes Island operators who come here.

Amiya and the others were able to temporarily put down their equipment and rest here, but the strange looks from all around them were still suffocating. Clovisia was clearly friendly, but the people under her command might not be.

As a commander, this is all she can do.

Because of the commander's words, Amiya and the others will not be regarded as enemies for the time being, but it is not so easy to become friends.

Lolo stopped Fester, who wanted to talk to Rhodes Island and the others, and spoke.

“…I don’t think this is a wise choice.”

"Lolo, we're short on manpower. How many potential hiding places are there that we haven't checked yet? It's at least one-third of the Sadien District." Fester felt that if he were to rely on the Rhodes Island operators now, his intelligence gathering capabilities would be insufficient. "You know, Hammer and the others are already preparing to relocate. After the next two days, the Commander and his team will leave. By then, even if our team stays to search, our chances of success will be much smaller."

"That's not a reason for you to want those people to join us." Luo Luo's eyes remained cold. "You trust others too easily. You can't just rely on your intuition."

"It's not about joining... it's about helping each other," Fester explained. "Didn't you hear what the commander said? They are friends of a friend. We agreed to that friend's request and helped them enter Londinium, and they're already here. Next, if they can help us find someone..."

"They can rest in our base. This is the commander's order." Lolo looked at Fester. She had no intention of driving away the people from Rhodes Island. She just didn't want to accept a group of outsiders like this, a group of people who had not experienced the persecution of the Londinium Sarkaz. She felt that they could not be trusted.

The trust between them was based on almost the same experiences, or rather, on their hatred for the Sarkaz.

But Rhodes Island was different. She was unwilling to trust Rhodes Island, who had rushed in at this time, and even suspected that they were spies of a certain Grand Duke. "Once they've rested, they'll leave here. I'll escort them to a safe place on the surface, but that's all."

"Why not ask them if they're willing to stay for a while? It's just a small favor, they might not refuse." Fester didn't understand. "They're easy to talk to."

"You know why, I told you." Luo Luo frowned. "The commander believes they are trustworthy, and there must be a reason for that. So I won't question their identities and motives anymore. However, I don't want our people to be involved in irrelevant dangers."

"You think what they're going to do is dangerous?" Fester asked doubtfully. "You don't even know what they're here for."

"What do you think they're doing here? Bringing a group of highly skilled Sarkaz into Londinium, and treating another group of Sarkaz as enemies... Fester, we're Victorians, we should be used to this kind of thing."

"...You mean those noble lords who fight every day outside Londinium?"

"It's not necessarily true that the Sarkaz don't fight for power like this. They've been fighting endlessly since we were born, haven't they? If they hadn't been so preoccupied with their own fights, our home wouldn't have become a Sarkaz retreat. It's exhausting enough just to try to take our home back... The Sarkaz want to fight on our land, and we're powerless to stop them, not to mention that it has nothing to do with us."

"But isn't the enemy of my enemy also a friend?"

“The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.”

It seems that the two people's opinions have never been consistent.

"Perhaps you think they are just trying to grab another crown, but at least for now, it seems that we have a common enemy." Fester was still willing to believe that Rhodes Island and others were not like those nobles abroad who would abandon the suffering people in the city just for the sake of fighting for power.

"Fester, I'm not as confident as you. I always think we can control the situation." Luo Luo said with a complicated expression, "Sarkaz... Sarkaz are not what you think. They are very good at disguise."

"On the day my father was executed, I saw someone from afar... The executioners called her Your Highness." Luo Luo rarely spoke of this incident, because even she refused to believe that the gentle figure in white was actually the demon king who led the demons. "That was when I realized that the king who commanded the demons actually looked like that."

"You never told me about this." Fester frowned. "Did you see the devil?"

"Because I didn't think it was necessary back then. Now I'm telling you... because I want you to know that we can't be deceived by appearances. Even though that Sarkaz woman has a pure and flawless appearance, even though she would show such sorrow for an insignificant old worker from Londinium, I will never forget... It was she who led those Sarkaz to kill my father and countless Victorians... She is the Demon King!"

Luo Luo's words were full of hatred.

However, she didn't notice that Amiya was already standing not far from them. With Carters's hearing, she had heard all the words clearly...

“…The Demon King…?”

Chapter 35: Crown

"Really? Viscount Wales has already left Londinium."

Noah was not idle either. While working in Londinium, she also visited her former work partner, Viscount Wales in Londinium. When her business was just starting out, she received some help from Viscount Wales, mainly financially. Although she gave him back several times the amount in the end, she still remembered this favor in her heart.

However, Viscount Wales was obviously a man with a keen sense of smell. He had already fled with his family before the incident in Londinium.

A keen sense of smell is certainly a good thing. Noya felt a little relieved and nodded to the maid at the door, asking, "Do you need my help escaping? The city isn't very safe these days."

"Someone has to guard the ancestral home. Thank you for your advice. As the Viscount said, you are a gentle person." The maid bowed slightly. "I am staying here of my own accord."

"Well...if there is anything, you can contact me. My terminal is always open to you." Noah left his contact information. After all, he was just a partner of the Viscount. He had done his best to do this.

However, not long after Noah left, the maid returned to the mansion, and then her whole body melted strangely - and finally turned into a girl with long green hair. Compared to the politeness when she first met Noah, she now had a blank expression and seemed to be thinking about something.

Why is Noah Kyrielight here?

What does her appearance represent?

Viscount Wales was actually a fabricated identity. She replaced the original Viscount Wales in some way. Her cooperation with Noah was just to facilitate the acquisition of supplies from Casimir. It is no exaggeration to say that a lot of equipment here was transported from Casimir.

Noah actually helped a lot in arming the Sarkaz so smoothly.

The logistics network she established was not limited to Casimir, but also opened up trading routes outside the Great Knight Territory. After she cooperated with Noah, she naturally obtained the right to use one of the routes.

Casimir's metals and technology were continuously supplied and eventually became the cornerstone of their plan.

The fact that these Sarkaz were so well-armed was largely due to the reliability and safety of this route. Noah even frequently sent people to maintain it, which was a sign of his sincerity.

And the true identity behind Viscount Wales...

"I understand..." Tracys listened to the Shapeshifter's words and said, "Post Noa Kyrielight's portrait. If you see her in person, try not to hurt her. The Sarkaz will repay a favor and avenge a grudge. Noa Kyrielight is not the Sarkaz's enemy. In the future of Kazdel, we will still need to use Viscount Wales's line. This line is too important for the Sarkaz."

"I understand." The pardoner beside her took the order and left, and the pink-haired Sarkaz standing beside her spoke.

"Noah Kyrielight...a friend of the Sarkaz. Did the Sarkaz find such a reliable ally while I was away?" Her voice was as gentle as usual. She looked at Tracys, wanting to know what happened to Noah Kyrielight while she was away.

"She didn't know she was dealing with the Sarkaz," Tracys replied, "but she actually helped us, and we won't forget it."

When Tracy established contact with Noah as Viscount Wales, it was after he settled in Londinium, and the real Viscount Wales had long disappeared. In order to facilitate their actions, the Shapeshifter and Tracy created many [vests] for themselves, and the vest of Viscount Wales was specifically used to connect with Noah Kyrielight, although Noah Kyrielight is no longer the big businessman today.

But before she left Casimir, she still kept this route going. The Sarkaz will remember every kind help. The Sarkaz are not cold snakes. They will return the favor after receiving help, and warm blood is still flowing in their veins.

"She sounds like a gentle child, too." The pink-haired girl closed her eyes, folded her hands in her lap, and spoke. "In the future, in the distant future, when the Sarkaz are no longer called demons, when they truly have a home, we will need these seeds. These seeds are the hope for a bountiful harvest."

For the Sarkaz, hope is very important, and the kindness that occasionally comes in is as valuable as gold.

"I really want to meet Miss Noah." Theresa, one of the six heroes of the Sarkaz, the founder of the Tower of Babel, and the White Devil, became interested in a girl at this moment. She had a hunch that Noah Kyrielight might be a variable in this farce.

"It's not the right time yet, Theresa." Theresis shook her head. "As you said, we can't eat next year's seeds. The Sarkaz have now seized their opportunity. This time, the Sarkaz must leave a deep impression on Terra, an impression that the Sarkaz will never bow their heads again."

"The future... now we can even talk about it. It reminds me of the years after Kazdel was rebuilt, when Babel Tower was still in Kazdel, when we were still full of hope. Back then, Askalon was still young, and Manfred was just a little kid. They often fought, but their relationship was always good... When I think about it, back then, even the air seemed fresh, and everyone was like gathered around a fire, chatting and laughing, imagining the future."

Theresa missed that time so much, the time when brothers and sisters stood side by side and everyone was full of hope.

The future and unexpected events always come at an unknown time, just like the brother and sister who never imagined they would meet in battle. They never imagined they would be separated by heaven, and they never imagined that one day they would meet again after a bad opportunity.

Everything in the past was like a bubble that could burst at any time. The king in white seemed to be able to see the warmth of the dream when he closed his eyes.

Now, the Tower of Babel has fallen, and the heartbroken people have gathered themselves and set out again. Theresa, who was left in the past, finally has the opportunity to touch the future, so she actually doesn't hate the Absolver's behavior.

She could understand how Tracy felt, but Theresa was incredibly grateful for this opportunity.

It allowed her to complete her unfinished tasks, to witness whether her past bets were bearing fruit. It allowed her to seek a future for the Sarkaz as a demon king, to...

I wish I could see once again those people who haunt me.

Perhaps this is indeed a blasphemous spell, but for the dead, it is the only way to see the living again.

She had seen the towering white tower crumble, she had seen people full of ideals go their separate ways, she had seen kind people forced to do terrible things, and she had seen people full of lies tell the truth at the last moment.

What she sees, what she hears, what her heart desires.

Ultimately, Kazdel's furnace fire was unable to melt her steadfast will, allowing her to return from hell.

After witnessing the hell that Sarkaz would go to after death, she finally understood what she had to do, how to truly change Sarkaz, and how to truly save Sarkaz.

Only after she had actually died once did she truly understand.

The voice whispering in her soul belonged to the Sarkaz souls, and now—

She will turn everything around.

From now on.

She is located atop the tower of Londinium.

The young demon king, trapped in the underground tunnels of Londinium, looked up, as if sensing something. Unfortunately, the thick barrier prevented them from meeting each other's gaze. Amiya could only lower her head again and spoke. "That Sarkaz Miss Lolo mentioned..."

"That doesn't sound like Tracy," the doctor added, but his expression was serious. "Did Tracy support a fake demon king again?"

"No... Doctor, the Demon King cannot be forged." Amiya shook her head. "Doctor, even though you have forgotten, I... I can't forget every subtle expression of hers, and every word she said to me."

"……you mean?"

"I know very well that this is impossible." Amiya muttered to herself, but expressed her thoughts with great determination. "I..."

"...Amiya, don't be anxious." The doctor stopped Amiya from saying that. With Kal'tsit's permission, she had seen some files about the Demon King and Amiya. These files gave her some answers, but also gave her more doubts.

Especially for some doubts about the former Demon Lord Theresa, she still couldn't get answers.

But she knew that she had to help Amiya, and no matter what she would see or who she would meet in Londinium, she would face it with Amiya.

"..." Amiya looked at the doctor's outstretched hand. After a moment of daze, she still reached out and shook the doctor's hand. "Yeah... I shouldn't have been so anxious."

"Just now... I almost went after Miss Luoluo to find out who she saw." Amiya shook her head. "Doing so... might deepen her misunderstanding of us. This might affect our future cooperation..."