Chapter 313: London, The Welcoming Party
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Altrouge knew very well that the Barthomeloi's Canticle Brigade army had been wiped out during their clash in Tours.
The ones who had returned to the Clock Tower headquarters in England were all familiars Haru had created from the corpses of the Canticle Brigade members, right before her eyes, using some unknown method.
So, for the Barthomeloi family to suddenly allow the magical world's news agencies under their control to disseminate such news—it was obvious they were up to no good.
That was why she'd brought the newspaper straight to Haru to ask.
"The alliance between the Church, which I represent, and your faction of Dead Apostle Ancestors has made the old geezers at the Mage's Association a little antsy," Haru shrugged, speaking with perfect composure.
"Oh? So, what's their aim? War or peace talks?" Altrouge narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards into a bloodthirsty grin.
Having spent half her life in a cycle of pursuit and counter-pursuit, Altrouge never shied away from a fight. If Haru gave the word for war, she'd probably mobilize her Dead Apostle army and launch a preemptive strike immediately.
"Right now, the only thing we can confirm is that the Barthomeloi, the Atlas Institute—who only sent one representative—and the Wandering Sea are willing to talk," Haru said, rubbing his chin as he relayed the intel gathered by the Canticle Brigade's probing.
This was largely because the Canticle Brigade's activities were confined to the Barthomeloi's sphere of influence.