Chapter 145 – Small Changes (7)

Three warriors were sitting in the conference room. Mobius, Alexander, and Wolf. Alexander glanced at the empty seat and looked back at Wolf. Wolf only looked at the empty chair with a shadowy face. The empty seats had the names Fabian and Petunia Titi respectively written on them.

Alexander suddenly realized that three is a very small number. The vacancy, which I hadn’t felt until there were four of us, was felt especially large. The official reason for Fabian’s absence from today’s meeting was ‘duty fulfillment’. However, Alexander knew that the real reason was Wolf and Fabian’s battle of emotions.

Mobius also glanced at the empty seat, showing an uncomfortable expression, and Wolf said.

“Start the meeting.”

“Oh, yes. Huh.”

Alexander nodded his head in amazement at Wolf’s insipid initiation of the meeting. Ahead of him was a pile of issues to be dealt with at this meeting. Alexander opened the topmost document and said.

“First, the Plancia family complained that the Thieves Guild was not working properly. Not only did he fail the request, but he’s also refusing the next assassination request. I’m talking about getting rid of that guy named Evan…”

“Leave it alone.”

Wolf cut off Alexander. Alexander blinked his eyes and looked at Wolf. Wolf looked at the empty chair and said.

“I heard that he was a slave, but he must have been an old friend of Fabian. Tell the Plancia family not to do useless things and to stay calm.”

Alexander snorted and nodded his head. Even if there was an emotional fight, it was because I could feel the fact that they were still colleagues with that one word. Mobius also relaxed his expression and stroked his beard with a faint smile. If Fabian had come here today, the atmosphere would have been a little more pleasant. I thought so.

Thinking he was a friend who couldn’t match the mood anyway, Alexander turned his head to the next item.

“And then, news came that a demon army had risen in the north. Villages along the ridge of the northern mountains have already been devastated, and mines have been hit, so it’s a serious situation. It seems that the beastmen living in the northern mountains have joined together with these demon corps, which is a big problem.”

Mobius and Wolf frowned. The whole kingdom has been in chaos lately, but it was said that even the demon army had risen, so it couldn’t be more embarrassing than this. Wolf asked.

“Who is that demon? What is he doing rampaging in the North?”

“Imprader. If you put together the stories from the North, it seems like they all say that Imp Drek – Cy is the leader. There are a lot of imps in the demon army.”

“Imp? Heh heh heh! An imp?”

Mobius laughed. At his laughter, Alexander nodded and giggled. Wolf also stretched his tense shoulders and relaxed his strength. They knew what kind of race imps were. As a race at the bottom of the Pandemonium, the imps facing Hero’s group were busy begging for their lives.

While traveling to catch the demon king in the Demon Realm, the party had never suffered from imps, and had never met a strong imp.

As they got closer to the castle, the imps only crawled around in the position of errand boys or servants. Imps are not a strong race. Can’t be strong

That was the common sense of Hero and the others.

Like people who have suffered and succeeded, they were also convinced that their common sense was the correct answer. Mobius said.

“If that’s enough… Rather good. Shouldn’t we use this opportunity to send an army to subdue them? There are still a lot of complaints about us here and there, so this is a good opportunity to appease the public.”

Alexander nodded at Mobius’ words.

“That’s right. If the captain is an imp, the level of the guys below him is also understandable. Just in case, let’s select two or three talented priests and fill in the rest with our own staff.”

No matter how much Alexander is an imp, he was still the kind of person who thought he should be prepared to some extent. So he thought of appointing the most skilled and sincere human beings among the priests he knew as the commanders of his unit. It was because he couldn’t win a fight that he would win if he filled his troops with only incompetent people.

Said Alexander.

“Wolf. Aren’t there some of your relatives who are hanging out because they don’t have a place? Why don’t you sneak them in as adjutants as well? It’s a job to catch an imp, so it’s appropriate to give a prize in the name of making a contribution in the north.”

“Good idea. Then let’s do that I will contact my relatives.”

Mobius looked at Alexander and said.

“Still, it’s a scene where the devil is rampaging, but shouldn’t you, who wears the name of a saint, go there yourself? If you step out, you’ll be able to sweep away all the demons before the unit can reorganize.”

Alexander laughed at Morbius’ question and shook his head.

“Inspiration. I can’t eat well and live well alone. If we want to continue to live rich and cool, we need humans to support us. It’s not like a branch leader-level demon has come, it’s an imp at best, right? Sending a high-ranking priest would be too much.”

“But just in case, it would be better to go directly…”

“The old man is too worried. Lets think. What devil would go around calling himself an imp, and name himself like an imp? I heard that all of my subordinates call me the great ‘Imp’, isn’t it strange that I’m not an Imp at this level? There are a lot of imps among my subordinates, and imps tend to stick together. It must have been that a slightly stronger imp emerged from a mutation. We just need to wipe out these demons before they ripen.”

“…Your words make sense.”

Morbius nodded his head at Alexander’s words. As a priest, Alexander was knowledgeable about demons. Even when venturing out in the demon realm, his knowledge was a decisive help in identifying weaknesses or guessing the opponent’s identity, and his enormous divine power allowed the hero and his party to move safely even in the middle of the demon realm.

Mobius nodding was also meant to respect Alexander’s judgment on the devil. As he said, there was a high probability that it was really an imp. And if it was just an imp, sending a high-ranking priest was an act of overflowing coldness.

Alexander laughed.

“Because it’s an imp. I remember then Wolf. Do you remember when you went to the castle? When you’re running down the aisle after missing one of the branch manager’s demons.”

Morbius thought with his eyes closed, then burst into laughter and nodded his head. Wolf didn’t seem to have thought of it yet, but Morbius was laughing to the point of bringing tears to his eyes. Wolf tilted his head and said.

“What was it?”

“Oh, did you forget that? Wolf. At that time, we were running down the hallway, and the imp was carrying a load. As soon as he bumps into us, he’s right there! It was hard, but you did it. ‘Did you see Baphomet passing by?’ So do you remember what he said?”

“Ah-. I remember. Okay. That’s right. Then there was an imp.”

A faint smile crept across Wolf’s lips. It was one of the few moments where everyone laughed in front of the Demon King. When Alexander saw Wolf smile, he nodded.

“Okay. Then the imp opened his mouth wide, and he fell backwards as if he were acting in a play. When Petunia came over to check on her, she said she was already dead. Oh my god… ! It’s ridiculous to even think about it now? No, a warrior who can kill demons with just eye contact. What is that? Heh heh heh!”

“Heh heh heh! I’m thinking too… ! Haha!”

Mobius also started laughing. Wolf was looking at the empty seats with a mysterious smile on his lips. Alexander said to him who stared at the names of Fabian and Petunia Titi for a while.

“Wolf. We had a lot of fun back then. Is not it?”

Wolf nodded his head. Ironically, the party was more harmonious when they went to catch the demon king than now, when they had luxurious houses and endless power.

“It did.”

“Wolf. I’m saying this now, but I enjoyed it even then. I thought it wouldn’t matter if I died without taking revenge like this.”

“Even if I die without taking revenge?”

Alexander said to Wolf.

“You were the only one who treated me like a person on the day I was treated like trash in the house. Wolf.”

Mobius said.

“You were the one who asked me, an old man in a small room, to go catch the demon king.”

Alexander helped again.

“Who else saved Fabian from slavery?”

Cracks appeared on Wolf’s sullen face. He faced his empty seats with a twist on his expression as if he was crying or laughing.

Friends.

Dear friends who have always been together.

Wolf felt that maybe Fabian was right. But on the other hand, he still had the heart that he couldn’t abandon his family.

“My head is complicated. I have to stop here for today.”

With that said, Wolf opened the door and left.

Alexander, who remained in the conference room, said with a smile.

“When this is over safely and our people settle down safely, let’s talk about it again. Inspiration. Now is the time to put an end to this murder spree.”

Morbius nodded his head.