Chapter 436 – Time to Fall

The psychological blow inflicted by Roman and Eclair’s love affair in a split second is separate.

I feel sorry for the people waiting on the other side.

There was an issue I wanted to check before using the gate called Atra.

“Brother Roman.”

“Yes.”

“As for the three knights of the Empire, weren’t you confident that they were Nema Natas executives?”

“That is certain. As you know, Atra, there is enough evidence.”

Roman’s voice calmly acknowledges.

In that calmness, Atra began to suspect that her own ears might have misheard her conversation.

She felt she needed proper confirmation.

“Isn’t the drinking party that Sister Eclair just mentioned the one you heard about before?”

“I forgot the name, but it’s the drinking bar that I invited because I wanted to make peace with the Fourth Knight.”

Roman and Atra have been constantly exchanging information about Nema Natas for the same purpose.

The promise of a drinking party was also one of the things I heard from Roman while talking about article 3.

So that.

From Atra’s perspective, the current situation is difficult to understand.

‘Why? Why?’

At that time, Roman went to the imperial court and ran into Juergena di Venta. He only mentioned his presence by saying that he was invited to a drinking party, but he did not add that he would be attending.

From Atra’s perspective, he had no idea that Roman would go there voluntarily, so he just passed by without asking.

Because it’s clearly a trap. Isn’t it dangerous no matter who sees it?

“Brother…”

“Why are you doing that?”

“When a warlock is given the time and place to prepare thoroughly, he or she demonstrates greater power than he or she should have. Don’t you know that, brother?”

“I know that in that respect, I am the same as any other wizard. If I had a generous offering box, wizards of the same level would not even be able to compare.”

“···.”

Roman is not ignorant about warlocks. Like Atra himself, he is well aware of the risks.

3 The meeting with the knight was decided by Roman, who had solid knowledge, and Eclair, his lover, seemed to agree.

In such a situation, what qualifications does he have?

Atra, who had no right to interfere, felt black inside.

‘I am···.’

Even though the direction I was heading toward had sacred and noble meaning, I didn’t want Roman to go there.

I was afraid. Because Roman doesn’t consider any wound as a wound.

To soothe her rumbling stomach, the saint held on tightly to the shaking Rosary.

“Brother, I know that you have great power and that you are not arrogant. I also know that I am not in a position to dare to express an opinion. But… But…”

“You can tell me at your convenience.”

Atra, who had been struggling with Rosario for a while, raised her head and made eye contact with Roman.

“···Isn’t it too dangerous?”

Roman, seeing Atra’s face full of emotions, kept his mouth shut.

“···.”

When Roman stopped without giving an answer, Atra moved her legs and came closer.

“Brother, I think it would be safer to look for another solution…”

“3 If you want to kill a knight, there are many ways. Atra is absolutely right that there is no need to step into a dangerous place.”

“Well, then… If I’m right…!”

Nowadays, Art has lost the ability to even think about hiding his feelings.

Roman, who was watching the scene and continuing his thoughts, came up with the answer he had built up in her head.

“But Atra, I want more than just three knights.”

There are two main paintings that Roman looks forward to.

Even if Juergena di Venta has a deep connection with Nemanatas, she has pride, so she attacks with pure swordsmanship in the first case.

The second possibility is to bend one’s pride and mobilize the Nema Natas warlocks who were usually hiding to set up camp and rush in to deal with them reliably.

Either of these situations was good. It was okay because information could be collected in other situations as well.

Safety devices have also been prepared in case of a crisis.

“Everyone will be waiting on the other side. Can we talk about this after work is over?”

“···.”

At those words, Atra looked alternately at the gate that was operating with mana and Roman.

After hearing Roman’s last words that he had prepared her for a crisis, she began to come to her senses to some extent.

“Atra. Have you calmed down?”

“Excuse me!”

After looking back at her behavior until now, Atra hurriedly covered her feverish face.

As if she was running away, she climbed through the gate and disappeared.

“Sseu-eup…”

Roman watched Atra’s appearance with a serious expression on her face.

Roman, who continued to ponder for a moment while scratching his head at the increasingly complicated thoughts, soon followed suit.

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From gate to gate again.

The place selected as the location for the first agreement was a territory known for its beautiful natural scenery.

Since the Federation reached out first and then stepped over to the Empire, this is the minimum reasonable treatment.

“””···.”””

A round table made of solid wood in a luxuriously decorated room.

There were three people sitting there: the prime minister, the saint, and Varian.

Roman was standing behind Atra, and Eclair was behind the Prime Minister.

Although Varian was alone, it didn’t feel particularly awkward.

The Prime Minister of the Empire is a face that Eclair is familiar with, as he often encounters her.

Roman was also an old man whom I remember meeting two or three times.

He is so strict in his work that the people working below him die, but he is the type preferred by those above him.

Roman also expected that the Emperor would send this man away.

“I would like you to look at the draft prepared in advance by the federal government.”

“Hmm. Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

The Prime Minister took the paper handed to her by Varian, took out her glasses, put them on, and slowly read the text.

Since it was a contract she had seen in advance, she simply checked to see if there were any changes and was done.

Everyone waited for the Prime Minister to open his mouth.

“···?”

The Prime Minister frowned at her wrinkled face and lowered her glasses and then put them back up again.

And then we return to the first page of the contract.

‘You must have been surprised.’

On that piece of paper, there will be no movement by the federal government to benefit from a ceasefire.

It must be a contract that makes the Prime Minister doubt his eyes as he has to point out hidden toxic provisions or problematic matters.

His face was quite embarrassed by the typography that showed no malice or scheming.

“You may consider this my personal question. Why are you proposing a truce?”

“As I said in the letter, I was moved by the saint’s faithfulness.”

“···.”

She couldn’t bite her tail because the saint was sitting right next to her, but her prime minister looked unconvinced.

Varian smiled and continued his explanation.

“To tell you frankly, it is safe to say that the Federal Bureau of Investigation does not feel the seriousness of the warlock. It is not that Nema Natas attempted to parasitize those in power, but it must be said that it was all superficial.”

“I heard that. Isn’t it because Jangsaengjong has a hard time finding merit in the temptation offered by warlocks?”

“That’s right. And because they’re so busy keeping other races in check, they have an overwhelming tendency to filter out actions that could lead to criticism.”

“Is it true that while you had that perception, you changed your mind because of the saint’s steps?”

The question asked by the Prime Minister, “Is it true?” Was a mixture of confirmation of the facts and the question of whether it made sense.

Varian felt that arguing further here would only waste time, so he gestured with his hand to call an elf lined up in the distance.

After receiving the signal, the elf took out the picture he had and showed it to the Prime Minister.

Sharak-

What is drawn on a large piece of paper is truly an abomination.

The unidentified Prime Minister and Eclair frowned at the realistic picture of something terrible.

The Prime Minister, who was touching her beard and watching her drool, moved her wrinkled mouth and asked Varian.

“Based on the old man’s insight, I don’t know what it contains. Is it a monster?”

“This is a chimera created by a warlock that was dealt with by the saint and the guard. The actual appearance is so terrible that this too was beautified.”

“Chimera···.”

“It is the act of cutting and pasting the limbs of various races or monsters and modifying them to suit one’s taste.”

“I remember hearing it.”

“This is an act that touches our pride. If you look at the research log, you can see that these experiments were shared with other warlocks, and there are also passages ridiculing the federal bureau’s lax perception of warlocks.”

“Indeed···.”

Varian raised his voice for the first time, saying it was a clear act of provocation, and after wetting his mouth with water, he continued talking.

“The cruelty of warlocks can now be felt first-hand in our federal government as well. We may be being punished for ignoring them and not paying attention to them, even though we knew they were harmful.”

Although it may not be perfect, the Prime Minister was able to understand because he knew the pride they had in their race.

Varian naturally changes the subject by asking what the contract for cleaning up bugs looks like.

The Prime Minister shifted his gaze to the paper again.

“Honestly, there’s nothing to criticize. It’s content that makes me not even know why I’m here.”

“Isn’t it better to be certain? I’m glad to see you face to face again on good things.”

“Hehe… I wanted to tell you from the beginning. This old man is the only one with a bent back, but you, Varian, have not changed. Plus, you still handle things neatly.”

I wasn’t going to stamp it today anyway, so the information I received was simple.

Thanks to the Prime Minister’s past confrontation with Barian, Saddam took more than half of the seats and the agreement continued.

In less than two hours, I was able to get a positive result and make an appointment for the next position.

The event ended without any problems.

Atra and her escort Roman decided to return to the imperial capital.

For Atra, the imperial saint, these will be truly difficult days.