Chapter 411 – As the Saint Wishes -2-

Something separate from the war that Roman participated in as a mercenary, carrying a magazine full of bullets.

The war taking place between the Empire and the Federation is different in its flow and form.

Even on the battlefield, where gunshots rang out that drowned out screams and explosives that caused tinnitus were rampant, the volume possessed by one outstanding person was incredible.

This world is more than that. A person with outstanding ability cannot be compared in terms of the size of his or her presence.

I am not talking about the importance of having a brilliant mind responsible for command ability or having financial resources responsible for supply.

This is if it is simply considered ‘force’.

To put it briefly, the point is that certain beings that could not exist in a previous life openly exist.

It is said that there is someone who comes in, tears up the command system, and leaves leisurely, despite being hit head-on by carpet bombing and a barrage of bullets.

Therefore, in the war of this continent, there is a high probability that the existence of an individual with overwhelming power rather than the number of people will determine victory or defeat on the battlefield and change the flow.

“Theodore has lost interest in the current war with the empire. Even a money-crazed ear would know what that means, right?”

“···!”

Notification that the best strongman in the Federal Republic has lost interest in the tug-of-war that depends on the country’s survival.

Juberoa Blanc’s eyes shook violently.

Due to Theodor Spenta’s military power and personality, it is impossible to force him into the battlefield. It is a free body that does not even have elements that can threaten or entrap it.

The moment when one of the dragon people withdraws from the war.

It is a self-evident fact that the Yongin tribe, who are considered the best force, will leave in large numbers.

“Act now. What happened?”

“You idiot. Do I have an obligation to tell you such luxurious information? How about freeing the rats you are raising?”

“Under···!”

Grinding his teeth, the saint quickly glanced at Atra and Roman.

Busy eyes.

He was trying to get some information through the cracks of his anger.

Under a bloody atmosphere where each other’s pursuits and interests conflict.

Roman and Atra listened to the conversation.

‘Isn’t this an unexpected picture?’

Since Varian was there openly, anyone would expect that there would be a connection between Roman and Atra.

The saint may not be sure where the connection came from.

Roman and Atra, realizing that the short time they had with Theodore was the key, closed their mouths and zipped up.

“You idiot. If you don’t agree with me, I think it would be a good idea to leave the room. I’ll notify you separately when a conclusion is reached.”

“Don’t make me laugh! I watched to see what you were planning… And you’re staining my face like this in front of a distinguished guest?”

“Ink? Was there anything worth calling it that?”

Varian showed an even tone, saying he really didn’t know, but he knew from the beginning that the Saint could be scratched.

Seeing the face distorted as planned gave me a sense of relief as all the stress went away. A clear, clear cold blows into Varian’s heart.

Kwaang -!!

The saint, unable to overcome his anger at Varian’s actions, slammed his fist on the table.

A face that turns red with anger and a raised voice are bonuses.

“Matters related to the church are under my jurisdiction!!! Do you interfere with your rights knowing that the classification and punishment regulations for warlocks are also under my jurisdiction?”

“So, is there any way for you to endure without bowing your head when Theodore orders it?”

“Huh! You decided to embarrass me in front of the saint. Are you bragging in front of the Empire’s distinguished guests that the Federation is returning to this messed up system?”

“Well.”

The saint and Theodore’s followers always maintained a thin line in their relationships.

But today, it’s the first time for Jouberois Blanc to cross the line and treat him unfairly, as if the past days never existed.

Now, instead of getting angry, I’m just shaking my head.

“Even if we proceed with great reputation… There will be quite a few groups who will protest the moment they hear the word of a ceasefire…!”

“I can already see the idiot rolling his eyes in front of me. Do you think that I, who came to this position with just one head, don’t even know such a simple fact?”

Although the scale is smaller than in the past, small-scale wars fought to push and pull the edges of the border are continuing tirelessly.

In such a situation, what if, as the saint said, a truce was entered into without proper notice? It is obvious that there will be a group of people throwing fits, saying that this is absolutely not possible.

For some, war is a hell that descends on this world, but for others, it is an opportunity to make a lot of money.

From the top, which made huge profits by supplying weapons and consumables such as food, to the group that collected war orphans and relatively healthy corpses and did other things.

Many people who indirectly benefited from the blood-soaked war would not want a ceasefire.

“Lizard. Having the guts to say something like that means you have the confidence to handle everything that will happen in the future, right?”

“It would be nice if Theodor Spenta’s struggle to see insignificant things would fill his time. Rather, Theodore is looking forward to it.”

“That’s how it comes out…”

Juberois Blanc, with a grim expression on his face, did not sit down.

She walked over and opened the door to the conference room.

Boom!

After Jour Verois Blanc nervously closed the door and disappeared, Varian straightened his clothes, sat down and took up a pen.

The only person who cared about the tightly closed door was Atra.

“Um, is that saint over there…?”

“It’s obvious what will happen anyway, so I don’t think you two need to worry about it. Let’s continue talking about the truce and non-aggression agreement.”

The big issue of a ceasefire that suddenly fell without warning.

Although it was an excellent opportunity, she, as a saint of the church, was not considered a topic to discuss.

As the topic jumped out in a direction she had not prepared for, her mouth became dry and her mind became dizzy.

“Atra. You don’t have to worry.”

“!”

Roman, who had kept her mouth shut the whole time, awakened Atra’s spirit with his voice.

“The work that Atra does here is limited to giving advice to those who are considering a truce. The imperial family is the institution that accepts and makes decisions within the clan, so you do not need to think too seriously about it.”

“What the guard said is correct. I, Varian, are trying to borrow the wisdom of the famous saint for a truce. I have long regarded Nema Natas, who is trying to take root in the powerful, as a nuisance, so I see this as a good opportunity. There is.”

“Whew… Excuse me.”

Atra exhaled through her tiny mouth and came to her senses clearly.

The saintess, who pinched her spirit by holding the coffee in her mouth, which had lost her frost due to the influence of the dragon people next to her, asked her question through her moistened throat.

“The truce between the two countries that Varian mentioned is truly like a dream, and I am grateful for it… However, I think it is not as easy as it sounds, so I would like to hear it in more detail.”

“Of course, I can’t say it’s unconditional because we have to talk to the imperial family of the empire, but if the conditions are met, I think there’s a very high chance of it happening.”

Varian organized his thoughts by tapping the empty space on the document with a pen and began explaining to the two people.

“In order to establish a truce, there are a dizzying number of conditions. Not only are there administrative procedures that I must bear, but there are also aspects that the saintess and her escorts must handle.”

“···!”

Roman felt directly the inclinations and longings flowing from Theodore’s hot aura, so he fully understood what kind of picture he was dreaming of.

Naturally, Atra, who was only watching from the side, could not reach that line yet.

“If you two can’t accept that burden, it’s best to clean up this place now.”

Atra showed a focused attitude with determined eyes shining.

Varian wrote down the names of several influential people and showed them to the two people.

“First, you may have heard that if there is talk of a truce suddenly, there will be a group that will rebel. Most of them are petty people who will go out to find the culprit rather than show their teeth directly to Theodore.”

“···.”

On the paper that Varian held out to the public, the name of Blanc, the saint’s lineage, was also written.

It was full of famous people from the Federation who even the saint, who was an imperial figure, had heard of.

Since Juberoa Blanc had already placed Roman and Atra on the list of powerful dragons, it was clear where the teeth of those who opposed the truce would go.

“Of course, if I don’t leave the conference room and spread the word about the truce, it won’t continue. That’s why I’d like to hear your opinions now.”

“···I really appreciate you letting me know in advance. If that is the first requirement, are there any other requirements?”

Varian collected the paper he had placed in front of him and held out another paper with the name of another person written on it.

Roman and the saint’s eyes widened when they saw that name.

“And second, in order to have smooth negotiations without any problems, there are people that the saintess and the guard need to persuade.”