Chapter 543 - Nobles (1/2)

”It seems that they've swapped out the City Lord. The name of this person is Leonel Morales. He seems to be one of the prime targets for the World Spirit hunt.”

In hushed tones, voices communicated back and forth within a residential area of White City. Oddly enough, despite the fact they didn't try to lower their voices in the slightest, if one stood more than a half meter away from them, hearing their words at all would be a fool's dream.

The people of Terrain weren't fools. It was an impossibility that they never considered what might happen should a city of theirs be captured. They were well aware that despite the fact Earth was a fledgling world, the threat they posed to a weaker world like theirs was astronomical.

As such, Terrain's goal was never to be perfect. Rather, they had planned for decades and as such had decades worth of contingency plans.

Just one of these contingencies were the spies left within the city. These people were regular residents. Not only had they not joined the war efforts, but they had even lived in this city for years now. Even if one interviewed every citizen of Terrain, it would be impossible to weed them out.

Not only had these people been deeply undercover for several decades, but they were highly intelligent and adept at hiding themselves. There was simply no chance at finding them with any sort of ease. Even Tyrron got a headache dealing with them all.

However…. Leonel wasn't Tyrron.

…

With a flip of his palm, Leonel retrieved the other half of the communication talisman he left with the Head of the patrol units.

”Hello.”

”Right, I have no idea what that Prince is… Ah! Yes! Prince! At your service!”

Aina giggled to the side as Leonel shook his head. If he had really wanted to, he could have been listening in on their conversation from beginning to end. It was just that he didn't have the mind to care about the thoughts of these patrolling guards.

Actions spoke louder than words.

”Prepare 38 tactical units. No single group can be made of less than 10 individuals. Prepare yourselves to be swift, decisive and safe.”

”Prince?”

The Head of the patrol units was clearly confused. Where was all of this coming from? What were these units for?

”Don't ask any questions. Speed is of the utmost importance. Ready yourselves now and go to these locations.”

When Leonel disconnected the call, the looming darkness over White City seemed to grow heavier.

Leonel stood silent before the City Lord Mansion, his eyes closed.

”Begin.”

The moment his words fell, the City descended into chaos. The sound of breaking doors, screaming women and children, and the loud badgering shouts and roars of men resonated.

Leonel sighed lightly. But, he didn't make any moves to stop it.

This was war. He had no doubt that of those he caught this time, a majority of them would choose to commit suicide. And, of those who failed to go through with it, their states wouldn't be much better.