Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

y area and parts of the northern city area, expanding their territory by twofold in a single breath. 

This was the only major victory the Saints Convocation had since the outbreak of war, and it raised their morale greatly.
It also saved Bradley from the seemingly inevitable doom creeping up on him.
This momentous turnaround cemented Roel’s prestige and influence in the Saints Convocation Leinster Branch.

Roel looked upon the excited crowd before him quietly as he reviewed his goals.

So far, the infiltration mission was a success.
No one would dare to question his position as a Holy Envoy of the Saints Convocation anymore, and he could now rally the disciples to do his bidding. 

At the same time, he successfully stirred a huge commotion and brought attention to himself.
If Lilian was in the city as well, it was only a matter of time before she learned of his current location and came looking for him. 

Aside from that, this victory was also necessary to rattle up the leaders and garrison troops stationed in the Saint Freya Academy a little.
Under normal circumstances, there was no way the leaders of the Saint Freya Academy would agree to a meeting with the Saints Convocation, but the earlier victory over the Salvation Brotherhood gave them some leverage to work with.
If things went well, he might just get an opportunity to meet ‘Academic’.

The bad thing was that the Saints Convocation paid a heavy price for the intense battle they fought.
Roel’s Crown Origin Attribute only granted the disciples some resistance against the monsters’ whispers, but the black-armored soldiers and black-robed figures were still troublesome enemies. 

It was only through the unbelievably high morale and fearless charge of the disciples that allowed them to achieve such a crushing victory. 

Roel had qualms about leading the disciples to their deaths, but this was a battle that couldn’t be avoided for them, and they were all ultimately evil cultists.

Besides, it didn’t seem like they were averse to the idea of dying… 

“Those who stood steadfast to their faith and defended the Mother Goddess’ honor to their dying breath, you may be assured that they have returned to the Mother Goddess’ embrace,” Roel looked at the corpses before him and remarked solemnly. 

Upon hearing those words, the fanatic disciples had such a heated expression on their faces that it looked almost as if they wished that they had died in yesterday’s fight. 

It left Roel wondering just how their brains were wired, but he quickly decided that he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.
With a light sigh, he beckoned Bradley over with a wave of his hand.

“Lord Holy Envoy, is there something you need from this humble one?”

Bradley’s attitude had also completely changed after the battle.
As soon as he saw Roel’s beckoning, he rushed over with a fawning look on his face, almost as if he was flattered by the attention. 

So, Roel took a more casual tone with him too.

“Tell me the situation over at the Saint Freya Academy.
Is there anyone from the Twilight Sages Assembly there?”

“Y-yes, there are two of them! ‘Academic’ Astrid and ‘Guardian’ Antonio.
They are likely waiting for reinforcements at the moment.

‘Guardian’ Antonio?

Roel was surprised to hear of that name as it reflexively reminded him of the white-haired principal of the Saint Freya Academy, but he didn’t allow his thoughts to show on his face.

“I see…” remarked Roel with a contemplative nod.
“Even if they are from the Assembly, it doesn’t mean that we can’t make use of their power, especially when we share a common enemy.
Find a way to get in touch with them.
We’re going to negotiate a deal.”

Bradley’s eyes slowly lit up as he answered affirmatively.

… 

At the same time, in the southern city area of Leinster. 

There was a narrow alley strewn with corpses, emanating a nauseating stench of blood.
The disciples of the Salvation Brotherhood were stunned to see this tragic scene, for the ones dead weren’t ordinary citizens but the black-armored soldiers.

“H-how is this possible? Aren’t they supposed to go on a rampage as soon as any living being comes close to them?” murmured one of the frightened disciples nervously.

The disciples proceeded deeper, but the number of corpses lying around only continued to increase.
There had to be at least a thousand lying all around them! 

Finally, at the very end of the alley, they found themselves faced with a human survivor.

“There’s a survivor here! He’s one of us!”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“B-b-black-haired woman… A-all humans, all humans! Hahahaha…”

The human survivor was so traumatized that his body was trembling uncontrollably and his words were practically incoherent.
Halfway through his explanation, he even broke out in a manic laughter, leaving the other disciples creeped out by his hysterical behavior.

Meanwhile, in the streets some distance away from the alley, a black-haired woman was currently walking with a downcast look on her face as she mulled over the information she had gathered last night.

“Where are you, Roel…”