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Contact Nastya, Levi, and Safar.

The resurrected Balrog is a perfect piece of consciousness that Levi extracted from the souls of the Sarkaz using Originium. He is the most direct product of "resurrection".

Levi, a master in the field of Originium life science, is the person Ernst has seen go the furthest in researching the effects of Originium on life and whether these effects can be manipulated artificially. He is also the undisputed pioneer on this land today.

As for Nasti, the banshee who is skilled at playing the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), after figuring out the true meaning of Quesatushta's resurrection, we might have to rely on her to send off that "White Horned Demon King" in a cheerful and dreary way.

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Chapter 462 Rhodes Island: That Man, That Door, and Those Who Watched

Rhode Island, corridor.

Ascalon walked down the corridor, looking somewhat displeased.

"Kal'tsit is becoming increasingly autocratic lately. What reason does she have to restrict my actions?"

“SWEEP’s goal is to ensure Rhodes Island’s safety, to prevent His Highness’s tragedy from happening again, and to eliminate anyone who might have ulterior motives, no longer agree with Rhodes Island’s ideals, or pose a threat to Rhodes Island. I was never her subordinate, so what reason does she have to ask me to ‘suspend all operations’?”

Kroos, standing beside her, listened meekly to the former Babel Tower Assassin Master's rant, not daring to utter a word.

How could I dare to utter a sound? I'm just a little blood demon who can't even understand the witchcraft of my own clan. Who would understand what you're telling me?

Moreover, isn't this topic getting increasingly dangerous? A conflict is brewing between the leaders of Rhodes Island's Department of Internal Affairs and the Department of Medical Affairs; are we about to erupt into another civil war?

What did that sentence say?

Oh right, Sarkaz can be infinitely divided!

Kroos was already drenched in sweat. To be honest, if it worked, she would love to make the sacrifice and have Ascalon talk to her about whether she really liked drinking engine oil.

At least for me, this is a sensitive issue. And if Ascalon keeps talking like this, Rhodes Island will have to listen to "Super Sensitive" on repeat.

My new defensive system can't withstand a surprise attack from Theresis's top disciple.

Kroos pursed her lips, realizing she couldn't keep listening like this.

She should do something... well, she probably can't do anything, but at the very least, she should say something.

Mustering her courage, Kroos looked up at Ascalon and whispered:

"That... Ascaron?"

Ascalon glanced sideways, his cold, condescending gaze creating a palpable sense of oppression.

As she let out a soft hum, "Hmm?", Kroos's body jolted!

Your Highness Theresa, what terrible things have I done?

Silently praying for the protection of the former Demon King's spirit, Kroos mustered a little courage and cautiously asked:

"Ascalon, since you have a problem with Kal'tsit, why don't you just go and talk to her and clear things up?"

"I think it's best to clarify things beforehand if there's a conflict. If it's a misunderstanding, then clear it up; if it's a conflict, then resolve it sooner rather than later. It's always better to say nothing and let it escalate slowly..."

Ascaron nodded:

"you're right."

She glanced down the corridor and asked in return,

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing right now?"

Kroos paused, then suddenly realized what was happening.

This road seems, perhaps, maybe, probably leads to the medical department...

Kroos clasped her hands together with a "snap," adopting a prayerful gesture as if to back down:

"Well, in that case, I don't need to come with you, right?"

"You have to go."

Ascaron said,

“Not only you, I also called logos.”

Logos?!

Kroos felt her breath catch in her throat; her fragile blood demon body was comparable to Philin's, and she couldn't withstand such stimulation!

She finally understood: Ascalon wasn't going to Kal'tsit to "explain things," she was going to force him to resign!

I...Is it too late for me to quit now? I don't mean anything by it, I just suddenly wanted to discuss with Warfarin the different ways to use motor oil.

What? Warfarin doesn't drink this?

It's alright, she might soon be drinking blood until she feels nauseous at the sight of it.

Unfortunately, before Kroos could even sound the retreat drumbeat, it was replaced by the banshee's elegant and magnetic voice:

"Kroos, and Ascalon, you arrived first?"

Logos emerged from another corridor, dressed in the uniform of an elite Rhodes Island operator. Upon seeing Kroos and Ascalon, he put away "The Chronicles of Eruse - The Legend of King Arthur" and nodded to the two.

"Ascalon, this high-profile search for Kal'tsit is not like you. Has something happened?"

"No, nothing happened."

Ascalon shook his head.

"Nothing has happened on Rhodes Island that would warrant SWEEP's attention or action; everything is normal. Asking you to come was my personal decision."

Logos raised an eyebrow, and for once, a look of surprise appeared on the young Banshee Queen's face.

"Ascaron's decision?"

"Ascalon's decision."

Ascalon nodded.

Logos twirled the bone pen: "Can you tell me what that is?"

Ascaran fell silent. Just as Logos was about to speak and skip the topic, she opened her lips again:

"I would like to apply for a posting outside the ship."

Sweat dripped from Kroos's face and forehead, and Logos stopped spinning the bone pen in his hand.

For the second time today, the Queen of the Demoness's face once again showed undisguised astonishment.

"why?"

This was actually a meaningless question. When Ascalon made her decision, asking why wouldn't change her mind. For the banshee, every word carried weight, so when this question slipped out unconsciously, Logos immediately rephrased it with more weight:

"Where?"

Ascaron took a deep breath:

"Sherag".

Logos frowned.

The name Kjerag was not unfamiliar to him. Rhodes Island had visited Kjerag several times before, and now, the destination of this landship was also that snowy kingdom.

But Logos didn't understand Ascalon's motives. Kjerag was indeed a nice place; during his brief stay there, Logos met Nasti, a royal court siren who had left the valley. From her, Logos learned a great deal about a world he had never known before.

This further solidified his belief—the royal court, once established to protect the Sarkaz, had now become a shackle on their bodies. Those high-ranking nobles believed the Sarkaz's survival and prosperity depended on the court's efforts, but they failed to consider that those who, lying in the upper city of Kazdel, disguised themselves as Victorians and Letanians, hosting parties and enjoying elegant music, were themselves dependent on the Sarkaz!

This incredibly unique male succubus lord is not the one to sound the dirge for a powerful hero, nor a respectable demon king, nor some infested insects of a royal court!

What he is about to sound is a lament called "Royal Order"!

This is what he gained in Sherag, but what about Ascalon?

Logos recalls that when Rhodes Island first arrived in Kjerag, Ascalon had not even been recalled yet.

After Princess Theresa was assassinated, Ascalon went into self-exile until she killed all the assassins, all those involved in the assassination, all the Babel members who wanted to bring Amiya back to Kazdel after the assassination, and all her old friends with differing opinions. Only then was she recalled by Kal'tsit.

Logos didn't actually agree with Kal'tsit's actions; she considered them too cruel and hypocritical. She spoke grandly, saying, "We can't let her continue dwelling on the past. It was the war that shaped Ascalon into what she is today. We don't want to see her become a weapon. Even if she's become like this, a weapon should have value beyond being wielded," but in reality, she still made Ascalon the head of SWEEP.

SWEEP, Special Elimination Protocol, is a completely independent, secret organization responsible for preventing assassinations, infiltrations, sabotage, and carrying out covert operations against Rhodes Island, thus resolving problems in the aforementioned ways.

Same as before.

To put it simply, this behavior is like putting a patient who has finally recovered from mental illness into a mental hospital to work as a caregiver, or forcibly sending a soldier with PTSD to the battlefield.

You could say this is a last resort due to a shortage of manpower, and logos only expressed disagreement, not really opposing anything.

But at least, he doesn't agree.

Ascalon never actually had the power to choose.

Now, Ascalon has suddenly said that he wants to apply for a leave of absence and overseas assignment. If you ask Logos whether he supports this, he definitely will.

This was the first time he had heard Ascalon say what she wanted to do since he boarded the Rhodes Island ship as Aifanir, the child of the Banshee Queen, and met her, until now, as an elite operator logos on Rhodes Island.

He was just a little confused.

Why choose Sherag?

Given Ascalon's talent and abilities, coupled with her superb counter-surveillance skills and assassination techniques, although I'm reluctant to admit it, her career path should be as a mercenary like Blacksteel International, or, to put it another way, as a "Knight of the Arena" in Kazimierz, which Rhodes Island just left behind.

Well, in the past, Logos would never have thought about the Kazimierz Knights. He couldn't even imagine what kind of heroic figure Ascalon would display on the field as a Knight of the Arena, or what kind of ghostly legends he would leave behind.

But now...

To put it simply, the World Games significantly raised the awareness of Terrans, including himself, regarding the prestige of equestrian sports.

If you asked Logos to think about it now, he'd even have to question whether Ascalon could win the championship.

Ahem, I've gone a little off-topic.

Logos hadn't asked a question yet; he was carefully choosing his words, aiming for the simplest, most efficient, and least likely to offend Ascalon. But his questioning gaze had already fallen on Ascalon, the meaning of which was self-evident:

"What are you going to Sherag for? That place is well protected by the giant beasts, and it's thriving now. Do you, Ascalon, have any interest in watching those beasts bare their teeth?"

Ascalon didn't answer Logos' question immediately. She stopped abruptly, then took a step back and stood in the shadows at the corner of the corridor, peeking out slightly and looking towards the end of the corridor.

There is a door there.

There was a person in front of the door.

The man, dressed in white, was squatting in front of the door, and did not get up for a long time.

Ernst felt he should reassess Rhodes Island's operations. When he arrived on the island, he praised it for its recent prosperity and the newly renovated corridors. However, as soon as he came out of the control center and was about to take a stroll, he tripped over this door.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out the door was broken.

Hey, that doesn't make sense. Rhodes Island doesn't even have an electrician anymore. They don't even bother to fix a broken door.

Or was it because the landship was too big and they missed it during the repairs? That shouldn't be the case! Ernst walked along the way, the walls were painted, the floors were wiped, and all the other doors were in good condition. There's no reason why this door would just happen to be missed, right?

This is so close to the control center! How dare you leave your unfinished project next to a government office building? Who are you trying to provoke by putting it here?

He thought about it again and felt that something was not right.

What's wrong with that old lynx Kal'tsit? Did she deliberately leave this broken door next to the control center just to play the victim with me?

Given the old lynx's cunning, Ernst found it hard not to suspect that this was the truth.

After all, she's hiding a lot of things. One moment she's hiding the truth about the Three Kingdoms' siege of Kazdel, and the next she's hiding Amiya, a Katas. How is she able to recognize Shining's "true form"?

It just goes to show that cats are just too deserving of love; they don't trust people at all.

What? I'm a feline too? Never mind then.

A white horse is not a horse, and a snow leopard is certainly not a cat!

Regardless of whether this was a "small foreshadowing" left by Kelsey, Ernst wouldn't tolerate it.

He raised his foot and stomped it on the spot where the broken door was stuck.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud came from the iron gate. Ernst grimaced and squatted down, rubbing his feet.

Damn it, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have used so much force on the iron gate!