volume 2 - Chapter 129 (2/2)

[Then it’s no wonder why she was able to suppress the n.o.bles with such little political clout for so long. I had never understood how she did it. So this is Makarov’s contributions?]

He glanced at Makarov. This plan looked like something that the latter would conceive, but he did not understand the royal faction entirely. It somehow looked like there were separate tangents operating at the same time. The king colluded with Madara, while the princess gathered her own forces?

He shook his head slightly. Guessing what was going on with the royal faction was making his head spin.

“Which means,” Count Barre continued: “You’re not a dragon at all, right?”

“Miss Rauze, why didn’t you warn me about the men around us—” He turned his head away from their gazes and whispered to Rauze.

“The magic reaction was so strong that this little me was paying full attention to it. Plus, they are just some little insects buzzing around. What’s there to pay attention to? Well, that person who just came in is a little bit stronger.” She replied.

[Insects? That’s a whole army out there. In order to fight Conrad there must be more than a thousand men. Barre used to say his favorite pastimes were playing poker and commanding a large force to fight a smaller force. Even though it’s sort of a joke, but it goes to show how nasty his personality is. Also, what is he thinking? That Ancient Magic that Rauze cast is the real thing!]

Brendel did not believe her in the slightest. He had killed many dragons in the game and knew them well enough. Judging from her age, there was no possible way that she would be able to match them physically. With this thought in mind, he became even more careful in coming up with his response.

“But his Dragon Magic……” Makarov looked confused and asked, but Fleetwood interrupted him: “If I am not wrong, that magic came from a scroll. Since Mister Brendel is capable of acquiring the Golden Apple and invoking the Lionheart, then having a Dragon Scroll would not be a difficult task.”

Brendel looked incredulously at Fleetwood.

[Aren’t you a grandmaster wizard, how can you fail to differentiate between…… T-that…..]

If Fleetwood was not mistaken, then it meant the possibility was indeed there. He lowered his head deeply with his canines shown, and whispered urgently: “Miss Rauze, did you use a Dragon Scroll?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well you see, that’s like the only way where they would lay their hands on you right?” Rauze’s voice was in a gleeful pitch: “I haven’t beaten people up in a long~~~ time.”

[Dear dragon boss, you’re right in guessing that they would fight us because of that….. But we might not win against them!]

Brendel was certain this problematic girl could not be relied on, so he took a deep breath and lifted his head: “Mister Barre, perhaps you’re right. I’m not a dragon. But are you going to try and find out how many scrolls I have?”

Barre shook his head just like Brendel expected him to: “That’s fine. No matter how many scrolls you have, are you confident that you can fight against an entire army? Mister Brendel, that would be folly, so please hand over the Golden Apple.”

Brendel wanted to punch that incredibly fake smile off that irritating b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s face, but he had to force himself to think of a proper response.

“Is that so? How about if you include us?” A clear voice rang out from the east direction.

The bushes were parted and revealed a group of approximately twenty Elven warriors covered in blood. Nalaethar took down his helmet and stared at Count Barre with an indifferent expression at him.

[[[Silver Elves……?!]]] Count Barre and the other men’s eyes popped upon when they saw them. No one had seen them for centuries. He nearly choked when he saw them appear, and squeezed out his words after a long time with much difficulty.

“Our allies of the past, the Silver Elves, you were the only race who had never partic.i.p.ated in any civil wars. Are you going to go to war with the humans over one person?” Barre clenched his fists; the Golden Apple was too important to let it slip by.

Nalaethar nodded as he looked at Brendel: “I owe him a promise.”

“Very well.” Barre sighed in exasperation as he tried again: “But do you really think that you can match our whole army with twenty men? We acknowledge your skill, but we vastly outnumber—“

His words quickly faltered. It was not only him, but the people beside him quickly held their breaths, including Brendel.

Everyone saw a large patch of blinding silver armor appear, as Elven Knights riding on unicorns came forward to join Nalaethar and his men……

The Eversong Army.

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