After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Villian's face was full of suspicion.

"Will those guys honestly deliver the letter to Miss Chris?"

"Yes, but the content will be tampered with. For example... well, they'll reduce the data on supplies and personnel, and add in some serious enemy reports to create the illusion that Lilbas is in dire straits."

A city where people are unfamiliar with the place and supplies are insufficient, with Rosaline as a mine that can be detonated at any time, and hundreds of thousands of undead are watching outside.

More main demon forces are on the way.

This is enough to make any general worried and desperate to the point of wanting to commit suicide to end it all. Perhaps only Aize in the world would call this a "false illusion of crisis."

Villian was no longer surprised by this, but she felt her brain wasn't enough:

"You... even guessed the direction of the other party's deception?"

"Of course, since succubi are very loyal to their positions, they are quite predictable."

"The letter is completely fake when it reaches Chris. What on earth do you want to do?"

"The content of the letter is actually irrelevant. As long as it's tampered with and delivered to Chris, my goal is achieved. After that..."

Aize raised his head and looked in the direction of Jarlsberg with a calm yet determined smile.

"I believe in her. I believe that as long as she has just a little more motivation, she will be able to cheer up. After that, she will definitely understand the meaning of this letter and my plan. She will definitely be able to do it."

Chapter 107 Rejecting the Riddler

The Imperial center suffered heavy losses during the initial Undead assault, exacerbating the already barely adequate strength of the front.

At this point, any mobilization of power will have a ripple effect, causing a chain reaction.

Therefore, in order to cooperate with Aize who is under pressure alone and to respond strategically in the best way, Chris must understand the overall situation.

Considering the extremely critical situation, Adrian, the commander-in-chief, only gave her one day after much persuasion.

After one day, if there is no progress, everything will proceed according to His Royal Highness's plan.

Time was extremely tight, but honestly speaking, even if it were longer, it wouldn't have made much sense, because Chris had no way to contact the intelligence system at the moment.

As Aize's most important work achievement in the past two years, the huge intelligence network spanning the entire continent is almost completely black box to the outside world.

Among the combat troops under Aize, only Constantine, who is responsible for the dirty work, has direct contact with the intelligence system, while Chris knows nothing about it.

The former stayed in Tafia to train new recruits and it was impossible for him to arrive under such circumstances.

But it's not impossible.

According to relevant regulations, after Aize loses contact with the outside world for more than two days, personnel of the intelligence system will find ways to contact the acting military commander on their own.

In this case, it would naturally be Chris.

Considering that a whole day has passed since the incident without any movement, and adding in the grace period of today, it should be just right.

So, to sum it up in one word, wait.

Wait for the other party to come to you.

In order to make it easier for others to contact her, Chris left the castle early in the morning and came to the church in the town of Jarlsburg.

Now that the entire city is under martial law, this is the only place where civilians are still allowed to move freely, so many believers gather here to pray.

There are many people and eyes, which makes it easier for the other party to hide his identity.

The waiting process is extremely painful.

Her unfamiliarity with the intelligence system made her completely unaware of what the other party was like, and when and how they would contact her.

I can only wait.

Time was passing by minute by minute, people in the church were coming and going, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn because of the unfavorable progress of the war.

Chris, who was in the middle of it, was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, and every second felt like an eternity.

After an unknown amount of time, the church door was pushed open again. A middle-aged man walked in and sat down not far from Chris. Like many other civilians around him, he pretended to pray.

However, Chris noticed something was wrong with him almost immediately.

His face was a little pale, and his eyes were extremely dull, almost to the point of losing their luster. He looked around as if he was sleepwalking.

This is not what a devout believer should be like.

Could it be a demonic spy? A faceless man or something like that?

While thinking, Chris's hand quietly pressed on the hilt of the dagger at her waist.

At this moment, their eyes met, and the latter slid a little towards Chris along the bench and said in a strange tone:

"Are you...are you Miss Christina Karside?"

As the daughter of the local lord, many people in Jarlsburg knew Chris, so she disguised herself before going out this time.

He changed into the simple clothes he got from the servants, put on a coarse turban, and even smeared his face a little darker to make himself look more like a real person.

There's no reason to be recognized so easily.

unless--

"I am. Are you here specifically to see me?"

"Yes yes yes!"

The man began to pant as he spoke, and an extremely strange and fanatical smile appeared on his lifeless face, and even his body was twitching slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

It looked so disgusting that Chris subconsciously moved aside.

"Yes, it's like this. My master has a letter for Miss Chris. It's here... yes, here. Please accept it. Please accept it quickly!"

He twisted his body and took out a letter from his clothes and threw it next to Chris. Then he stood up impatiently and kept urging her.

Could this guy be Master's intelligence officer? Is he so disgusting?

And it was too conspicuous, with no intention of hiding itself at all.

The blue-haired girl took the envelope doubtfully.

The moment his fingers touched the envelope, the man's smile became unstoppable.

"You accepted it, you accepted it, right? It's done, Master, my mission is done - hehehehehehehe -"

Then he took a step forward and left the church at a very fast speed without looking back.

Chris was stunned.

"...What on earth is this thing?"

"A human slave raised by a succubus, addicted to the succubus and ruined, will become like that. Half-human, half-ghost, heedless of the succubus's master's orders, with nothing else on their minds except completing tasks in exchange for rewards. It's incredibly disgusting, isn't it?"

A female voice suddenly came from nowhere and rang directly in my mind.

Chris jumped up with the unopened envelope in her hand and looked around, but she didn't see anyone talking to her within her field of vision.

"Calm down and look down at your feet."

Following the other party's instructions, Chris discovered a string-like object that was invisible unless she looked carefully. It had extended from the back row at some point and was wrapped around her ankle.

"This is?"

"It's just a little trick I have. It allows you to communicate without words. You just think what you want to say in your mind and I can hear it. Oh, and let me introduce myself. Like you, I work for someone who's under siege and hasn't been heard from since."

It seems that this person is the real intelligence officer who came to contact me.

It's great that he's not that disgusting guy from before.

With a sigh of relief, Chris sat back down and looked at the envelope in her hand.

"If that man just now was a slave of the succubus, then this letter must be given to me by the succubus. What's the matter with them sending me this letter?"

"You can tell the answer by just opening it and taking a look. Why ask me? Or is it that without Aize, your babysitter, you can't even recognize a single word? Do you need help from your sister?"

"Ugh... no need!"

Miss Intelligence, that's not very friendly.

Although what was said is true no matter which side it is, is it necessary to make it so unpleasant?

Chris looked around and made sure no one was watching her, then she lowered her head and opened the letter.

As her eyes touched the first word on the paper, her expression immediately turned into surprise:

"This... this isn't a letter from the succubus, it's from Master!? It's about Lilbas's current situation?"

"Oh, come to think of it, that guy does have some sort of cooperative relationship with the Succubus. Since Lilbas's intelligence system is down, he asked them to pass on information? Yeah, he's really something. He can always find a way."

It was a very ordinary sentence, and I couldn't even hear the tone because it was ringing directly in my head, but why did it feel so sour?

Is this guy really okay?

Chris thought so and began to read the content above.

His brows quickly twisted into a knot, his heart beat faster, cold sweat broke out, and even his feet began to move restlessly.

The voice in my head immediately sounded:

"What's wrong? What does it say?"

"It says the Royal Guards suffered heavy losses during the attack on Lilbas, and only about 2000 men are still serviceable... Furthermore, the orcs burned down the city's supply warehouse at the last minute, leaving only enough food to sustain the city for five days!"

If this is true, let alone any complicated grand strategy, even dispatching reinforcements as the prince planned may not be in time.

That meant using all the strength at hand to launch an extremely dangerous and almost suicidal attack on the defensive positions that the undead had already set up.

I don't ask to rescue Lilbas, I just want to try my best to create a path to help Aize break through.

If this were to happen, then...

"Calm down, that's not necessarily true."

"well?"

"Why do you think I came to see you today? Not long ago, I obtained intelligence from my informant on the Demon side: The Royal Guards suffered minor losses during the attack on Krielbas, and their main force is still standing. The remaining orcs also voluntarily surrendered, and their supplies were preserved, enough to sustain them for over a month."

"Last night, Aize repelled the attacks of the Undead Army while suppressing the riot started by the brave Rosaline. The situation inside and outside is quite stable. In the short term, it is almost impossible for the Undead to win the battle."

A calm and composed voice narrated in Chris's mind something completely opposite to what was said in the letter.

This left him confused:

"Why is there such a big difference? Which one is fake?"

"Who knows? Anyway, the information I have here comes from the succubus. Those guys' stances have been wavering, so I can't say whether what they say is true or not."

"...What you have is true."

"Oh?"

Chris made a judgment without much thought.

This made the other party reveal a little surprise:

"why?"

"It's very simple. If the succubus was on Master's side, he would have directly stated in the letter that he sent false information to the demon tribe. He wouldn't have left us guessing like he is doing now."

Aize likes to communicate and explain in the form of questions, just to help the other party follow his thoughts, just like a teacher teaching, so that the other party can better understand what he means.

He is definitely not a boring riddler who doesn't say what he wants to say.

In such a dangerous situation, it is impossible that he deliberately did not make things clear just to test Chris.

So the result is obvious, it was the succubus who tampered with the contents of the letter.

So, the second question arises.

Who is his master? There is no way he would be stupid enough to let himself be deceived by the succubus. The current situation and this letter must be part of his plan.

But why?

Why did Aize still send this letter to himself when he knew that the succubus was not on his side and that the content would inevitably be tampered with?

Is there any code besides the data in the letter?

Or does the act of sending a letter itself have any meaning?

Christina Karsade fell into deep thought.