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Chapter 1176: A [Flaw]

Roland cast Edith a surprised glance.

After the ambush’s miserable failure, governmental officials had turned their criticism on the General Staff — and on its chief, Edith Kant, in particular. The Administrative Office weighed in; so did the Sleeping Spell. Tilly silenced the skeptics swiftly enough that the outbreak of resentment left almost no lasting mark.

Edith had requested disciplinary action herself when she returned from the front. Roland had declined and buried the matter.

Because he knew the fault was not hers.

Whatever its political cost, the “Torch” campaign had been a genuine victory. Nearly twenty thousand demons dead at the cost of five hundred lives, and Taquila — lost to the demons for hundreds of years — reclaimed. The General Staff’s contribution to that outcome was beyond dispute.

Roland had discussed it privately with Tilly, Agatha, and Alethea. All of them had arrived at the same conclusion: the misjudgement traced back to enemy behavior that no one could have predicted. Even the Three Chiefs of the old Union would not have foreseen that the demons would surrender an entire continent rather than risk a handful of witches.

Still — Edith had lost to Ursrook. Roland had braced for despondence, for the first crack in that composure. Instead she stood before him, poised as ever, and produced a wholly different kind of problem.

“What’s wrong?” Roland asked.

“These last two sentences,” Edith said, pacing with her head lowered. “If he succeeds, the demons should increase their forces tenfold. Doesn’t that sound strange? If the demons’ ultimate goal is to exterminate the human race, they should have taken Taquila far more seriously. I understand they’re hard-pressed in the Sky-sea Realm, but the letter implies they planned to return and finish us. They should not have abandoned Taquila entirely.”

Wendy blinked. “It does sound strange. Why didn’t they simply do it?”

“The Red Mist?” Nightingale offered, propping her chin on her hand.

“They wouldn’t need to send everything,” Agatha said, frowning. “A tenfold increase only requires more transportation units. They have weapons like the giant skeletons. We needed over half a year to build ten railway stations — the demons had time enough to make a choice.”

“The General Staff built the operation plan around Kabradhabi’s testimony,” Edith said, eyes fixed on the Senior Demon glowering from the interrogation stand. “According to him, the demons are locked in a fight for survival against the enemy in the Sky-sea Realm. Yet this letter suggests that even if they lose, they would survive — and might still snatch victory. So why not send reinforcements to Taquila? Their stated intention contradicts their action.”

The room went quiet.

“And this passage: I know my action will subject you to criticism, but I don’t think it’ll affect your plan for the Western Front.” Edith read it meditatively. “At first glance it seems harmless. Look closer. He pursued the witches, and he lost Taquila. Will that truly not impact their entire plan?”

“Perhaps Ursrook was hoodwinking his superior?” Roland said. “Nobles tend to do that.”

“Your Majesty.” Edith’s voice went flat and sharp. “Treat him as the most dangerous enemy we have ever faced. Another version of me — working for the demons. Would I do something like that?”

Roland looked at her clenched fists. The composure he’d admired was real — but it was chosen, not innate. She heard every remark whispered behind her back. She had simply decided not to let them land.

She did not want to lose to Ursrook. Not even in her own estimation.

“Alright,” Roland said. “If he’s being sincere, then Taquila was only their second choice. Which means I’m inclined to believe the demons have found a way to advance on the Four Kingdoms without erecting a new Obelisk or extending the Red Mist.”

“We discussed this at the beginning of ‘Torch,’” Agatha said. “I still think it’s impossible. If the demons no longer needed the Red Mist, they would have pushed into our territory by now. Why was saving Taquila worth anything to them at all?”

“Wait — why are you all arguing about impact?”

Nightingale’s voice cut through the debate. She sounded genuinely puzzled. “Doesn’t Western Front sound strange to you? The demons are on the other side of us. The area west of Neverwinter would be east from where they stand. So why would they call it the Western Front?”

“Position is always relative to the observer,” Celine explained pleasantly. “The world isn’t flat, either. The demons come from another continent. If Ursrook places his own continent at the center, then not only Taquila but the entire Four Kingdoms lie to his west — the Western Front.”

“Oh. So their west isn’t the same as our west.”

“Hang on.” Edith’s head came up. “What did you just say?”

“Their west,” Nightingale repeated, wary now. “It isn’t the same as ours.”

Something ignited behind Edith’s eyes. She crossed to the long desk scattered with maps, unrolling each scroll in turn, glancing once, discarding it — until her hands stopped on a crude, almost featureless rendering. Roland studied it for a moment before he recognized it as a map of the Kingdom of Everwinter.

She pressed her finger to the blank space north of the Snow Ridge — the northernmost extremity of Everwinter — and looked at Celine. “What’s there?”

“Mountains. Thousands of miles of them, running north to south, encircling one entire flank of the Land of Dawn. We call it the ridge of the continent.”

“Did the Union ever explore it?”

“Of course. The Quest Society charted the whole Land of Dawn, including the ridge.” Celine paused. “Only a map, though.”

“No other records? Nothing more detailed?”

“What are you suggesting?” Agatha asked. “It wasn’t easy to chart that range — the mountains go on and on, each enormous. The Impassable Mountain Range alone forms one end of it, and its widest point could swallow our entire castle. The terrain is treacherous, snow-covered year-round. Even if we logged every peak, what possible use could that be?”

“We’ve overlooked something.” Edith’s finger traced the full length of the Impassable Mountain Range. “The Western Front Plan Ursrook mentions has nothing to do with Taquila specifically. It concerns the entire human population. Taquila was just one option among several. The demons’ real objective is to bring the Red Mist over this ridge. As long as they can approach the Four Kingdoms, the entry point scarcely matters — they only need to erect an Obelisk.”

Agatha’s posture stiffened. “You mean…”

Edith raised her eyes from the map. Her voice was grave and even.

“Is there a possibility that unknown God’s Stone mines exist along the ridge of the continent?”

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