In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

"The situation is different now!" The Banshee who spoke first was quickly met with a rebuttal. "Under the attack of those warships, we may not be able to defend much and will be overwhelmed..."

"We can set up the magic circle in advance..."

"But those magic circles are just consumables!"

"Their artillery is also consumable!"

"But their ship itself is a moving fortress!"

"So are you going to run away hanging there?!"

The sound of heated debate soon echoed.

They argued with each other until their faces turned red, and neither of them was willing to give in.

At this critical moment of life and death, everyone believes in themselves.

Perhaps when Lamaren was here, she could conquer this group of confident banshees, but at this moment, Maria did not have that kind of reputation.

She just stood there thinking calmly, then raised her head silently.

It was unexpected that she would reveal the situation to these banshees, and now she was pulled into the meeting, more to serve as a mascot.

She didn't really want to get involved in these people's strategic deployment.

At this time, Mila quietly came to Maria's side.

She looked at the other person's face, which even a banshee would be jealous of, and after a moment of silence, she asked carefully.

"My Lord, how is she...?"

"Ok?"

Mira bit her lip, her face looking worried.

Maria was a little curious.

"Is it really appropriate to care about someone at this time?"

“…That’s all I can do.”

Mira lowered her head and spoke in a suppressed tone.

She naturally understood what Maria meant.

At a time when we are facing a powerful enemy, yet I only care about one person... This is indeed a bit inappropriate.

But she really couldn't do more.

As an ordinary member of the Banshees, she was not like the other older generation Banshees who had participated in various wars, and she knew nothing about war deployment.

At this time, she could only ask Maria what was happening with Lamaren.

When she heard Maria say that Mingla Maren had chosen to attack the alliance camp alone, her face instantly became filled with anxiety.

"She's so impulsive!"

"……maybe."

Maria looked at the document on the table and read it slowly.

"But this is the best option right now... She's quite capable, and since she's alone, she can move around easily and disrupt the enemy's entire base, which will definitely ease the pressure you'll face."

"If you're lucky, you won't even need to prepare too much, because the warships that arrive will be called back to deal with her..."

"But then she would be in great danger...she might even die!" Mira obviously couldn't accept Maria's calm attitude at this moment, and her face became more and more anxious.

After another moment, she said hurriedly.

"If something happens to the Lord, you won't be able to maintain your status as the princess!"

The girl spoke, and her words seemed to be guiding Maria to make some decision.

But unfortunately, her idea of ​​Maria had problems from the beginning.

"I don't care about the identity of a princess, girl, so what you say to me is meaningless."

Maria lowered her eyes and continued to flip through the scroll slowly.

The quarrels among the banshees nearby were becoming more and more intense, but they were mainly focused on whether or not to passively defend.

The Banshees still have too little combat power to fight a direct war...

"Besides, your concern for her has made you lose your judgment."

"I haven't been in any wars... but I've been in many battles."

"I know that fighting with the belief of survival and fighting with the belief of victory are two different ideas..."

"And your Lord, she is obviously the latter."

Maria raised her head and looked deeply at the girl in front of her.

She could clearly tell that Lamaren had made up her mind when she entrusted the task to her.

She was determined to complete the task.

This doesn't mean that Ramalen will ignore her own life in battle, but obviously, with that kind of awareness, she can't accept her failure and escape back in embarrassment.

Either successfully complete your objectives and then retreat.

Otherwise, I'll die there.

She wouldn't give herself more choices.

"how come……"

Mira was stunned for a moment, and then her whole body seemed to have lost its soul. She took several steps back weakly, her face turning pale.

At this moment, Maria saw a document pressed at the bottom among the pile of documents.

That was an invitation.

Specifically...it was an invitation letter from the Royal City of Kazdel, sent by the Demon King Eresh, who had not yet been in trouble at the time.

The purpose is to invite the lords of various royal courts to discuss how to deal with the attack of the coalition forces.

Maria also noticed that the meeting date for this document was actually the beginning of next month.

I guess the other side at that time didn't expect that this war would be so fierce, so that before it even started, they were forced into a corner with no way to retreat.

It is worth mentioning that the demon king, whom Maria had never met, seemed to have noticed something at that time, and gave special instructions at the end of the document.

Regardless of any special circumstances, the meeting will be held as usual.

This made Maria narrow her eyes silently.

Royal court meeting?

That is to say...

"Will many Lords of the Royal Court participate in this meeting?"

Maria narrowed her eyes slightly, looking thoughtful.

Mira, who was standing by, took a quick glance and weakly responded to Maria with a "hmm".

And these words gradually ignited Maria's thoughts.

The meeting of the King's Court... The meeting of the Lord of the King's Court...

In other words, various royal courts and their confidants might gather there?

Then this place might be where Maria can find the information she needs.

After thinking for a moment, Maria silently put the documents on the table and let out a breath.

"You are very lucky..."

"Ok?"

Mira still didn't understand what Maria meant by suddenly saying this.

Maria, however, had already stood up and tapped the ground lightly with her telescopic cane.

The crisp collision sound was not loud, but the unique frequency was enough to attract the attention of other banshees.

"Get ready... Banshees."

"From now on, I will take over the war..."

Maria said, meeting everyone's surprised looks.

……

Along the way, warships roared.

Accompanied by violent and deafening tremors, the orderly Victorian army advanced step by step towards its destination.

And just in front of them, the city of the banshees was in full view.

Their number is not large, less than 5,000 at most.

But these 5,000 people are equipped with one Glory-class and five Wolf Pack frigates.

As a country with a rapidly developing technological level, the Victoria Kingdom can be said to have launched a swift and fierce attack.

Although the appearance of the Demon King on the front line did cause them some trouble, at the same time, the Demon King's death in the sneak attack by the mysterious man who was only a temporary support gave their entire army a strong sense of excitement.

Even the devil has been killed again, what else do they have to fear?

So they continued to travel almost day and night. After determining the location of the camp, their team was immediately pulled out and prepared to launch an attack overnight to put pressure on the Banshee King City.

The best outcome, of course, is that the enemy flees without a fight, and he and his men easily capture the city, adding some glory to his military career.

Of course, they also knew that this was an ideal situation. If the Sarkaz were really so easy to deal with, they would not have formed a feud with almost every country on Terra.

But they are not worried about the upcoming war.

The battle situation on the front line has made them realize how terrible their country is... The terrible Sarkaz people they have heard about since childhood will still be blown to pieces under the attack of artillery.

Even those powerful sorcerers could not withstand the impact of several artillery shells in a row.

Therefore, everyone was traveling in a relaxed manner, and occasionally they would joke with their brothers in the infantry ranks who were not part of the fleet and could only run hard to catch up with the team, while they could sit in the ship and occasionally pay attention to any obstacles that had to be avoided on the way.

"So, after we finish fighting here, we should be able to take a break, right?"

In the control room, several bored soldiers began to discuss what would happen next.

One of them yawned and was too lazy to stand guard. He turned around and leaned against the steel wall on the side and spoke slowly.

"We've been marching all day these past few days. Honestly, I'm starting to miss being on the front lines... Those demons launch sneak attacks every day, and I always find a chance to fire a few rounds at them."

"There's nothing we can do. They collapsed too quickly and can't hold us back for long."

Another soldier added, his words plainly revealing contempt for the Sarkaz.

After the veil of the once terrifying rumors was ruthlessly lifted, they lost their original vigilance towards these Sarkaz people, and even felt contempt for them.

"Come to think of it, the next one we have to deal with seems to be the Banshee position... I haven't heard of any famous Banshee people on other fronts... I guess that's all it is. Maybe we can take this city without waiting for the army to arrive."

"Who knows."

A group of soldiers were talking casually and laughing among themselves.

Even the staff who were concentrating on the operation couldn't help but say a few words in response.

But in this moment of distraction, a strong vibration suddenly spread throughout the entire ship!

"boom--!"

"What's wrong?! What's wrong?!"

Although they were just playing around, soldiers were still soldiers after all. After a moment of panic, they picked up their weapons and their nerves were tense.

At this time, the driver showed an embarrassed expression.

"The ship's left track seems to have hit something and broken off?"

"Break it off?"

Several soldiers looked at each other, and the highest-ranking commander immediately frowned.

"Attack?"

"Unlikely?"

The operator frowned and muttered as he inspected the ship.