Chapter 1789 - Rise (3) (1/2)

Not far from Middle Sapientia City, a young man was uproariously laughing. In fact, he was laughing so hard that his torso spasmed and tears fell from his eyes. One would think he was experiencing the greatest comedy to ever be created.

He was surrounded by a group of half a dozen men of various shapes and sizes, all of whom were shaking their heads at his exaggerated reaction. Aside from them, there was an army of several million to his back who had erected numerous tents.

If others saw this scene, their lips would twitch at the absurdity. Who the hell set up camp in the middle of a danger zone like this? This wasn't a campsite!

The young man had a plain appearance. Short black hair, shining black eyes, and an average facial structure. Though, he did seem incredibly meticulous. He was cleanly shaven, there wasn't a speck of dust on his purple robes, and he gave off a fresh aroma only someone who recently took a bath would emanate.

This youth was none other than Emytheus, Aritzia's marriage candidate and leader of the Brotherhood of Guardians who had been making waves on the celestial floors in recent years.

He was currently having a grand time watching the Sapientia implode from the inside out.

Suddenly, a pinging sound came from a tablet he kept in his spatial ring. Since it was within his spatial ring, no one noticed. When he realized who it was who had messaged him, his laughter grew fiercer.

[Ah, if it isn't Madame Aritzia. Don't you feel ashamed messaging this lowly Emytheus using a system created by your enemies? A bit shameless, don't you think?]

Emytheus' throat grew dry at his laughter, it really was too much. The previous Sapientia Network couldn't message people in this way, only the newly reformed Mortal Network could. Yet, Aritzia freely used it as though there was not a single hint of irony.

[It is a useful tool, no matter who made it.] Aritzia messaged back plainly. [I see you made your decision.]

One of the six men who surrounded Emytheus rubbed his back, seeing their leader's voice grow hoarse to this extent from laughter would make anyone worry. They almost thought he had lost his mind.

[What, did you expect me to sweep in and stop their army for you? I mean, I guess I could have done that. By then your Clan's secrets would have been safe. But I'm a gentleman, how could I sentence so many beautiful women to death at once?]

[You care about women other than me now?]

[Hoho, how arrogant little miss Aritzia. I said I would take you for my wife, but I never said you would be the only wife. Though, I will give you the position of first wife because you are the loveliest.]

[…] Aritzia didn't answer. There was nothing left to say. She had hoped that Emytheus would step in during the final moments and close off the hopes of her enemies, but she knew from the beginning that Emytheus' goals wouldn't perfectly align with hers.

Emytheus wanted to raise his stature to the point where he could snatch her away, but whether he demoted the Sapientia's position, or rose above them, it would have the same end result. As a result, why wouldn't he let the Sapientia be knocked down a peg?