913 Small ripples, part 17 ~ Visit ② ~

Plus Cowen is screwed.

"Information is something that leaks from anywhere ~. I have learned the military mainly - but a war almost determines the trend based on what you actually did before waging a war -. Individuals must not overshadow large numbers in the middle of a war - and that cannot happen - and if you can - then people call people like that heroes.

That's the same negotiation. What you actually did before you negotiated will determine the outcome. So this negotiation is overwhelmingly in my favour. "

"I mean... what are you trying to say?

"Actually, hundreds of years - no, to counter the Orangeable measures that I spent more years on - means I can't do it as it is now."

Elsa swayed at Cowen's words. That's a word I wanted to deny, still, while thinking about possibilities somewhere. That word, which everyone felt thinly but never took shape, was finally spoken by Cowen in front of him.

Cowen smiled and asked Elsa.

"I ask you as Archbishop of Arnelia - in the original battle that Arnelia should fight - is there a must win strategy?"

"... there are measures. But it's hard to say it's a must win."

"Hehe, is that right - is that right -"

Cowen hasn't said anything since. The silence was creepy, but Elsa no longer had to be heard in this stream. Ask and Arnelia will ask for help. That was something Arnelia had to avoid, but there was no way to get here.

Elsa asked Cowen with regret that she had almost helplessly hoped for this negotiation.

"Do you have a plan? Is that a must too?

"... honestly the pawn is not out yet ~. But it will be possible to cover the overwhelming disadvantage and take it in five minutes ~"

"Five!

The words alone deserve amazement. Elsa was riding herself out unexpectedly. It was no longer something that had shame or outrage. Yes, but I needed to hear it, even for those who died.

"And what is the measure?

"I don't know if this is a good thing to talk to in front of you ~. If possible, ask the Supreme Bishop as he sees fit ~"

"You don't want me to talk?

"at least

Cowen really decided to take a dump since then, so I realized it was useless to ask as Elsa or any more. But more than that, I wanted to hear what the schemer was thinking in front of me.

The more we knew about the preparation of the Orange, or Annomarie's workshop, was enormous and varied in size and type, and we were not anxious to see how we could work with the Magic Church. And no matter how much I crushed the workshop, I was wondering if that, instead of their hands and feet, would be tantamount to drying up every single leaf of the great tree.

Elsa thought she used anything she could or could use.

"You want to see me?

"Yes."

And so much less, Elsa was putting a report in Miriazal. Cowen has already kept him waiting while he refrains. Whether Miriazar was somewhat reluctant or not, Elsa was going to try to get Cowen to meet Miriazar. Miriazal also felt the strength of Elsa's will.

"Hmm. And who is that lobbyist"

"It's Corwen, an Alphilis warrior."

"You asked for a name once. Heard you joined the Alphilis with a new generation of flaming witches in the last battle"

"You are absolutely right"

"Hmm."

When Miriazal did one troubling trick, he spoke to one other person in the office.

"Alphilis, you're right. I've been here all day."

"Well, that's about it, that girl."

Alphilis replied as he served the tea that had been served softly. Elsa rounds her eyes.

"Lord Alphilis expected it?

"You were going to come here with me. But I said no myself, that girl. Say you want to take a look inside Arnelia."

"You think we've been tried?

"Yes. And it turned out just like that kid expected. Terrible child, that child."

"Which one of you is scarier than the Lord?

Miriazar said to Alphilis in a hurry. Alphilis smiles back.

"As good as you are, Miriazal"

"Come on, I'll tell you"

"... Um, so can I let you through?

Elsa couldn't resist because the conversation gradually sounded like a demonic conversation, and she couldn't help but want to move on. And Miriazar nodded silently, and Cowen was put through Miriazar's office.

Continued