Yax didn’t stop. His pace only quickened as his mount’s iron hooves splashed through the muddy water, sending up great sprays of water.
He just wanted to get away from this deeply unsettling place as fast as he could, away from that terrifying Slime.
His figure quickly vanished into the misty rain and the gloom on the horizon.
On the city wall, Calvin watched Yax disappear into the distance before turning to Chen Yu, who was squatting on a nearby battlement, for an explanation.
Chen Yu bounced once and explained casually, "It’s quite simple."
"I still have this fellow’s soul. It doesn’t matter where he runs."
A cunning glint flashed in Chen Yu’s small eyes. "Besides, Casaric will definitely send more powerful Demons to intervene in the White Horse Kingdom’s conflict, trying to seize control of the situation."
"Rather than letting some unknown Demon take the lead, we might as well let Yax join the conflict. He is, after all, one of Casaric’s Furnace Cavalry and holds a certain status within the Demon Legion. Once he returns to the Demon Camp, his strength and seniority give him a high chance of regaining command over part of the Demon Legion."
"He could be unexpectedly useful at a critical moment."
The Gloomy Blue Soul Fire beneath Arthur’s helmet flickered slightly. His deep voice rumbled, "As expected of Your Majesty. Truly farsighted."
Anna nodded vigorously from the side. Although she only half-understood, she felt, ’His Majesty’s decision must be the right one.’
...
「Time passed quickly.」
Three days later, the aftershocks of the demonic tide finally died down completely. The gray fog in the sky had thinned noticeably, and sunlight occasionally pierced the clouds, casting down warm patches of light.
The end of the demonic tide also marked the official end of summer.
Two days after the demonic tide subsided, the temperature began to drop noticeably. A distinct chill could be felt in the mornings and at night, and you could even see the faint white mist of your breath.
Inside Storm Fortress, the leaves of the few ancient oak trees that had survived the battle began to turn from green to yellow, their edges curling slightly.
A chilly autumn wind swept through, and a few golden leaves drifted down, lending an air of somber tranquility unique to the season to the fortress that had just endured a trial of blood and fire.
To ward off the harsh cold of the coming winter, the garrisoned soldiers had already switched to thick, wool-lined tunics and warm leather outer armor. The camp bonfires burned brighter, sending plumes of smoke curling into the air, which filled with the aroma of hot soup and baked bread.
The Reconstruction Legion, composed of humans and demons, had set out. Louisa planned to use the time before winter’s arrival to bring the entire Storm Territory firmly into her sphere of influence.
And as if spurred on by Arthur’s recent advancement, Calvin broke through to the Extraordinary realm on the very first day of autumn.
He gained a storm-based power capable of tearing the very heavens apart, one befitting the name of Storm Fortress.
This proved what he had said just a few days prior: that Baelish Elvin’s path as a Knight was not necessarily superior to his.
The summer demonic tide was over. Furthermore, with ample supplies and the Slime’s powerful regenerative abilities, the Demon Legion had more or less recovered its strength.
Chen Yu stood at the highest point of the city wall, his round, roly-poly body facing into the chilly autumn wind. He gazed deeper into the Dark Land, toward the more remote northwest.
His goal was to clear out the final threats entrenched there: the Filth Descendant Army and the Goblin Army.
’I have no intention of letting those goblins winter here. It’s time to drive all these ugly Green Skins out.’