Chapter 372: Entering Montmorency
Kordia hitched her backpack up higher as she and Kassin passed the gate of Montmorency.
Above that gate, a corpse had been strung up— the demon who’d volunteered to fly in Kir’s letter.
That had been two days ago. Now, Kordia was volunteering to scout ahead and hopefully find a sympathetic person who would deliver Kir’s request. She said a silent prayer for the dead messenger, willing herself not to join them.
Kassin had come along because, by his reasoning, Kordia shouldn’t go alone and he should protect her. Purely chivalrous nonsense, but she was guessing Kassin was mostly using chivalry as a front to mask his fear and jealousy of Kir, which seemed only more pronounced now that Kir was Duke.
In other words, he only felt safe with Kordia around.
As they walked the streets, it became clear that news of the march had come. Soldiers stood at every street corner, and she felt the tingle of the city’s defenses in the air as it drew on the local mana.
She let the feeling fade into the background as she cast about for a private place to set up. Kir had given her a device for long distance communication - something he and Moshui cooked up - but it was bulky enough that she’d needed a backpack to carry it, barring a debilitating expansion of her personal storage.
A few hundred measures into the city, she found the Adventurer’s Guild was occupied by Elevated. Further, a few angels were idly walking around the first market square she saw.
She was halfway through the city when she saw a place that seemed perfect.
Montmorency’s Cathedral of the Three.
The entrance was open, and there would be a way to go high up, which Kir recommended if the "quantum radio" didn’t work as intended, though he’d muttered about it being able to work from anywhere on the planet.