Chapter 64 - Resolving Issues
The sun began to set on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the massive wall rising around the Iron Legion's main base. Rygar, with Tsukikage in his hand and magic pulsating through the blade, contemplated his work. The project, designed by the dwarves and perfected by him, was inspired by Saint-level magic, Colossal Fortress, and was taking shape with each careful manipulation of earth magic. The design was both functional and imposing, built to withstand direct assaults as well as prolonged sieges. After analyzing the final details, he decided he had done enough for today.
Taking a deep breath, he activated Flash Step. His body vanished in a blur, and within moments, he was already inside one of the fortress's study rooms.
Upon arrival, he saw Ghislaine sitting at a table, a quill in hand, her expression serious and focused as she practiced her handwriting. Her eyes scanned the lines she had written with visible effort, her hand moving with slow, calculated precision. Meanwhile, Eris, sitting beside her, displayed a frustrated expression, her quill trembling with anger in her grip.
Rygar smiled at the sight of them but quickly regained his seriousness.
"Ghislaine, Eris," he called, drawing their attention. "After getting a more precise estimate, they should be able to conduct a preliminary sweep of the continent in approximately six months."
Ghislaine met his gaze and gave a small nod. "I appreciate your help, Rygar."
She had taken an interest when she learned that Rygar had formed a search group to locate survivors of the Fitoa Incident. Noticing one of the former maids of the Boreas family among the new members of the Iron Legion, she began to suspect that Sauros and Philip Boreas Greyrat might be in Milis.
It would be strange if she returned to Fitoa only to later find out that they had died in Milis. So, she asked Rygar to help her search for them there. This way, she would at least know if they were in Milis. There was still the possibility that they were alive somewhere else in the world, but in that case, she would have to trust that they would try to return to Fitoa.
Eris mumbled something inaudible, tossing her quill onto the table and crossing her arms. "This is useless!" she exclaimed, glaring at the messy writing on her paper.
Rygar raised an eyebrow. "After hearing so many of Ghislaine's stories, you still think it's useless?"
Eris didn't speak the Beast God's language, so in addition to learning the writing and reading of the human language, she also had to practice speaking the Beast God's tongue. Fortunately, she was forced to practice daily if she wanted to train, since, while many in the Iron Legion spoke the human language, many others spoke only the Beast God's language.