Chapter 66: Adventure? I Don’t Understand
However—
That was a lie.
The real reason there were so few people left in Highmount Fortress was because most of those willing to leave had already been evacuated into Thune Territory.
This was a classic "invite the enemy into the trap" scheme.
"You’re telling me," Thomas Nightingale said, biting off each word as his eyes nearly bulged from rage, "that damned brat Romon actually rode right over you and stole my military funds?!"
He’d endured the pain all the way here, riding on horseback to keep up appearances for the ceremonial escort. His thighs were already raw from the journey, and after all this suffering, he was met with this disaster.
Seeing the Lord on the verge of exploding, Mangton immediately dropped to his knees and pleaded, "My Lord, Romon is simply too cunning! Just look at the damage he and his people have done to my town. That’s all from his mage’s spells."
Mangton pointed out the damaged sections of Highmount Fortress. In reality, this destruction had been caused by Magitech Drones, but with a little "creative redecoration," it now looked like Talia’s handiwork.
Presented with physical evidence, Thomas Nightingale had no reason to doubt—especially since he’d experienced Talia’s magic firsthand.
"Damn it!" he cursed, slamming his fist onto the saddle. Even when his knuckles split and bled, it did nothing to quell his fury.
At this moment, Aiken, the priest accompanying him, spoke calmly, "Sir, there’s no need to let this anger you. Useless trash, no matter how much there is, is still just trash. All we need to do now is kill that boy. After that, the rest will be nothing but a mess we can clean up whenever we like."