Chapter 102 : The Maid's Divine Concealment Incident
Early morning hours.
The Eternal Pacificus forum was still in a heated state. News that Anastasia's route might conflict with Duke Borgia's time-limited quest had quickly spread throughout the entire forum.
First, forum user "Ball of Yarn" broke the news that Anastasia was protecting Amaryllis, and choosing to assist Anna could gain +1 affection, with the possibility of further affection increases later.
Initially, players were skeptical. You can't just tell us to help Anna and expect us to actually do it, that would make us look unprincipled.
Later they discovered it was actually true, and players who had previously sworn loyalty to Duke Borgia chose to defect one after another.
However, Duke Borgia urgently increased the rewards, and some guild organizations, after weighing the pros and cons, still remained loyal to Duke Borgia. No one could guarantee they'd successfully pursue Anna's route, but the probability of guilds obtaining rewards was much higher.
The largest among them was the Black Eagle Mercenary Group, who reportedly had Anna cornered at one point.
[Slime King: I'm the man who stays up latest]
[Anna My Wife: Got screwed by Black Eagle Mercenary Group, damn it]
[Beautiful Girl Jo B Lo: Waiting for respawn, sigh]
[Link Legend: Does anyone know how Anna is doing]
[Slime King: Anna and Black Eagle Mercenary Group doujin, arrange it]
[Cloud White: Doujin material: found]
[Jack the Ripper Tom: The Duke's quest isn't complete yet, don't know if he hasn't turned it in or if Amaryllis is still alive]
[Kamen Rider V3: fuck, why]
[Did Ash Win This Year: My brother's in Black Eagle Mercenary Group, he says they lost track]
[Siberian Potato: ???]
[Brother Xun: ??????]
[Ubume: ?]
[Working Emperor: did the group change leadership?]
[Anna My Wife: Worthy of being my wife]
[Treasure Box Event Is Toxic: Where is Anna?]
[Did Ash Win This Year: Don't know, no one's seen Anna now]
...
Somewhere in the outskirts.
"Lost track... hah..."
"So what are we... supposed to be..."
"I just can't understand... how can you be so stubborn..."
"My hands are numb from hitting..."
"Glory, it coexists with protection...!"
"Bro, you're my real bro, please let us go..."
"Turn off the taunt, big brother... can't we just avoid you when we see you from now on..."
...
Edge of some forest.
"Lost track...? Tch! Retreat!"
"Not continuing, Grumman?"
"Fighting you guys is making my charm value plummet... that's enough for today!"
After Grumman finished speaking, he led the remnants of the Black Eagle Mercenary Group in retreat. Both sides had engaged in intense group combat with casualties on both sides.
A member of Anna's Support Group found it hard to believe, asking worriedly.
"Did they really leave? They're not deceiving us, are they?"
"Send someone out to check the forum... everyone else, rest in place."
Hohenheim found a rock to sit on. He was more inclined to believe Anna had truly escaped. Back during the [Golden Dawn] period, they'd had plenty of friction with the Black Eagle Mercenary Group. From Hohenheim's understanding of Grumman, he was quite straightforward - probably had really lost track of Anna.
But this couldn't continue... The Black Eagle Mercenary Group's numbers were really hard to deal with. If they hadn't initially defeated their morale and caused attribute decreases, the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain.
"Strategist, the leader's asking if we've handled things."
"Handled. Where is he?"
"The leader says since we can hold out, there's no problem... if we really can't hold out, tell him and he'll airdrop back immediately."
"Airdrop...?"
Hohenheim adjusted his glasses in surprise.
"Whatever, at least it's safe now. What about the other officers? Who else got out of prison?"
"Only Faust."
"Faust... why didn't he come... I'll contact him via private message myself."
After Hohenheim finished speaking, he opened the private message function.
"Hey? Faust? You alive? Make a sound if you're alive."
"Squeak."
"Stop fooling around, where are you? Come relieve me."
"Old Hoh, it's not that I'm standing you up, I don't even know where I am myself."
"What kind of international joke is that? I think you just want to slack off, just like that novel of yours that hasn't had an ending in three years."
"Scholar's business can't be called slacking, this is called strategic material gathering. I'll tell you the truth: I'm being chased by some crazy woman and somehow fell into a [Dungeon]. I don't have spatial transfer scrolls, so I can't get out. Wait until I find an exit."
"I'll teach you a method."
"Old Hoh's still reliable, speak up."
"Is there a wall nearby?"
"Yes."
"Ram your head into it, knock yourself to death. There's no revival point in [Dungeons], wait a day to respawn, understand?"
"What kind of dark military tactics are these..."
...
Edge of some river.
"Hm?"
Though it wasn't entirely clear what was happening, the Black Eagle Mercenary Group adventurers communicated with each other and surprisingly all chose to retreat.
Baron Trafalgar had done his best to intercept the Black Eagle Mercenary Group adventurers, but as he'd expected, the Black Eagle Mercenary Group also had adventurers skilled in wind element magic. Before long, quite a few adventurers had broken through Baron Trafalgar's defense.
At least he'd bought time, though they'd also lost their mounts.
Carol Cat on his friends list showed as offline, not displaying death.
Could it be that the Black Eagle Mercenary Group's dragnet somehow failed to stop Anna and the others?
He'd ask Carol Cat about it after she came online. Baron Trafalgar dragged his weary body along, finding his way toward the nearest town.
