Chapter 1378: Rewards and Punishments
Five days later, a First Army liaison reached Farrina and Joe on the road.
Iron Axe, commander-in-chief of the First Army, had requested to meet them.
They made their way to Cage Mountain and walked into a conference room to find it already occupied. The epaulets on the shoulders around the table marked every person there as a high-ranking officer. Joe swallowed quietly.
Farrina gave a military salute, steady. “First Transport Team, second convoy, Farrina. Reporting as requested.”
Iron Axe and the others smiled and returned the salute. No ceremony, no weight of rank pressing down from across the room.
This surprised her. The Hermes Church had trained her to disregard hierarchy in the conduct of duty, and she had always taken that as a functional habit rather than a gift. She hadn’t expected to find the same quality in Graycastle’s senior officers — and to find it more naturally held.
She had come with a clear conscience, which was why she was calm. That didn’t mean she had forgotten she had once been a “scapegoat” for the Judgment Army. A cold shoulder would not have surprised her. But not a trace of contempt moved across any face in the room. The Church had never been this open to its own people, let alone to outsiders.
“Do you remember the two Everwinter knights you captured at Sedimentation Bay?” Iron Axe came to the point immediately. “We’ve confirmed their identities. And their crimes.”
Farrina felt a faint recognition forming. “Are they important to the First Army?”
“Yes and no.” He considered it briefly. “In terms of the overall war — they’re nothing. But to the people who gave their lives for this war, the fact that criminals do not escape punishment is its own kind of meaning. In that sense, it gives comfort to those who sacrificed themselves.”
Then Iron Axe told her a story that moved in blood.
When the two men were first brought in, the report hadn’t triggered any special attention. Three or four times a day, refugees tried to pass through the barriers under false identities — unimportant nobles, merchants frightened for their assets, people running from crimes or convinced that someone was about to take what they had. The routine was familiar. Based on Lorgar’s initial report, the two Everwinter knights fell into the former category. But the layered smell of blood she had identified on them prompted a more thorough interrogation.
After several sessions, including separate questioning and the methodical application of psychological pressure, the younger brother broke. What came out was this: months earlier, the two men had been assigned by their feudal lord to round up refugees. But the elder brother carried a grudge against Graycastle, and somewhere in the process the mission of capture had become something else entirely — hunting for pleasure.
If it had been a straightforward murder case, the outcome would have been a hanging or a life sentence in the mines. But “hunting refugees” was not straightforward, and the officer who first heard the confession kept it close. The case was escalated to the Intelligence agency, where Hill Fawkes took responsibility for the investigation.
Two blind spots remained. The First Army didn’t know who had sent the original information, only that the deceased had worked for Black Money. And willingness to kill was not enough on its own — even if murder had occurred, the brothers might not have admitted the specific cases that mattered most. Nightingale could verify truth, but she could not manufacture a chain of evidence from questions that didn’t connect.
The only real breakthrough was what Lorgar had smelled.
But Lorgar’s ability had a limit. She could confirm that the blood on the armor was varied in age and origin. She could not establish a precise timeline. Her sense of smell was an extraordinary gift — a mutation’s advantage rather than a measured instrument. Some physiological walls, even the Realm of Magic couldn’t dissolve.
So the Witch Union was called in.
Vanilla and Broken Sword were sent.
With Broken Sword’s augmentation in place, Vanilla found the same pheromones on Talos Murray’s armor and on the surface of the secret letter — a single droplet, but chemically identical. Not transferred by accident. Not explainable by coincidence.
If the two had never intersected, how could the bloodstains carry the same signature?
The Murray brothers were the murderers of the messenger.
“People like that exist, even among ordinary folk…” Joe said, when Iron Axe had finished. The words carried the weight of someone genuinely troubled by this.
“Everwinter is still under demon occupation, so we can’t yet publicize what happened or honor the man who died for it.” Iron Axe’s voice quieted. “But history doesn’t forget people like him.” A pause. “The two of you are the primary contributors to the arrest. You’re not established under the military, so beyond informing you of the investigation’s outcome — to give you closure — I wanted to ask: what reward would you want?”
“We didn’t do much.” Farrina answered without hesitation. “The witch was the one who first noticed something wrong. I only heard the commotion and arrived at the end.”
Good-natured laughter moved around the table.
“Don’t worry — His Majesty Roland doesn’t miss contributors.” Iron Axe smiled. “The Witch Union and the Army are separate departments, so Lorgar’s reward is handled elsewhere. In principle, yours should go through the Administrative Office. But since frontier matters are handled locally, we’re here for the inquiry.”
“I understand.” Farrina paused for a moment, as though testing whether the next words were the right ones. “I was part of the Church’s Judgment Army once. I was deceived by its lies and its shams. If it’s possible — what I want is the chance to make that right.”
“Make it right?”
She took a slow breath. “I want to join the First Army.”
The room went quiet. Eyes moved between each other across the table in silent conference.
Iron Axe spoke after a long moment. “The enlistment criteria for the First Army were drawn up by His Majesty himself. That’s not a decision I can make.”
Farrina’s hands closed. Then they opened.
“But,” Iron Axe continued, his tone shifting, “I can include your contributions and your request in my report to His Majesty. The decision rests with him — provided that you are willing and that your determination is genuine.”
Farrina raised her head. The light that came into her eyes was not gentle.
“Yes. Please do.”
She knew what joining the Army meant: restricted movement, amplified danger, the enemy always close. That was precisely the road she was reaching for. The more difficult the path, the more it felt like the weight she carried could be set down, piece by piece, by walking it.
After the others filed out, Iron Axe and Edith remained.
The Pearl of the Northern Region had been quiet through the entire meeting. Now she sighed. “This is why I have to say — the Hermes Church was truly formidable in its own way. No judgment was ever formally passed against her. What crimes does she actually carry? Only a soul shaped by the Holy City’s piety could choose inherited suffering as a means of finding peace.”
Iron Axe shrugged. Edith’s shrewdness was not something he felt any need to dispute. Her concessions were always strategic, her generosity always an investment. Farrina’s selflessness was beyond Edith’s natural range, and both of them knew it. That didn’t diminish either woman.
Compared to the slow-witted, the vain, and the short-sighted profiteers he had dealt with over the years, Edith at least understood her own goals and did not make small mistakes in pursuit of large ones. He had no dislike for her.
“The two convicts,” Iron Axe said, bringing himself back to the matter at hand. Roland’s message had been explicit: if the crimes of the Everwinter knights are confirmed, the decision is yours. A hundred lives on their hands, by a conservative count. Standard procedure pointed one way.
“If hanging was the obvious answer, His Majesty wouldn’t have made a point of delegating it.” Edith’s expression carried something that was not quite amusement. “And simply sending them on their way would be letting them off rather easily, wouldn’t it?”
“What would you suggest?”
“Since we can’t make this public yet —” Edith smiled slowly — “why not send them as a gift to Black Money? They’ve invested considerably in this case. I imagine they’d be quite… hospitable to the two of them.”
Chapter 1378 - Rewards and Punishments
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Five days later, Farrina and Joe received information from the First Army’s liaison en route.
The Army’s commander-in-chief, Iron Axe, had requested to meet them.
After going all the way to Cage Mountain, they walked into a conference room and discovered there was more than one person inside. The epaulets on their shoulders revealed that they were all high-ranking officials of the First Army.
Joe swallowed his saliva in nervousness.
Farrina remained calm and gave a military salute. “First Transport team, second vehicle convoy member, Farrina, is here to report.”
Iron Axe and the others smiled and returned the salute. None of them had any airs.
This surprised her slightly.
The Hermes Church’s style instilled in her the habit of ignoring the hierarchy disparity, causing her to always handle affairs bluntly. She never expected for the high officials of Graycastle army to do the same, to the point of surpassing the Hermes Church.
The reason for her calmness was her clear conscience, but that did not indicate that she had forgotten she used to be a ‘scapegoat’ for the Judgment Army—It would be nothing strange if she suffered from a cold shoulder.
But no one showed any contempt. Even the Church had never been so friendly towards their non-parishioners.
“What is the reason… for informing me to be present today?” Farrina’s gaze landed on Iron Axe.
“Do you still remember the Everwinter Knights you captured a few days ago back in Sedimentation Bay?” Iron Axe got right to the point. “We have already confirmed their identities, as well as the crimes they have committed.”
Farrina suddenly realized something. “Are they very important to the First Army?”
“Yes and no.” Iron Axe replied, “They are nothing when it comes to the entire war situation. But to the people that have offered their lives for the war, their imprisonment means that criminals will ultimately not escape from punishment. In a sense, this will comfort those who have sacrificed themselves.”
After that, Farrina listened to a story involving blood.
In the beginning, news of the intruder did not capture the attention of the higher-ups since such occurrences of refugees deceiving their way through the barrier were encountered three to four times a day. They were either unimportant nobles or wealthy merchants; their reasons for escaping were either due to crimes or afraid that their assets would be plundered.
According to Lorgar’s report, the two Everwinter Knights belonged to the former, but due to the mixed and rich smell of blood on them, the interrogators investigated even more meticulously.
After a few psychological games and taking separate statements, the younger brother caved in and revealed everything they had done. A few months prior, the two brothers were ordered by their feudal lord to capture refugees, but since the elder brother had a grudge against Graycastle, he turned the capturing into hunting.
If it had been an ordinary murder case, the treatment would had been the death penalty or mining for life. But the matter of “hunting refugees” was too severe that the person-in-charge kept it in mind. In the end, the case was handed over to the Intelligence agency, where Hill Fawkes was tasked to investigate.
The case had two large blind spots. Firstly, the First Army was unsure who had sent the information and only knew that the deceased worked for Black Money. Secondly, the party’s willingness to kill others. Even if murder was involved, the two might not have admitted it. In other words, even if Nightingale was present, it was impossible for them to link the information to the two through interrogations.
The only breakthrough was the smell of blood as mentioned by Wolf Girl.
It was a pity that Lorgar could only verify the diverse variety in the blood. She was unable to accurately pinpoint the timeline of the blood—In the end, her sense of smell was an added advantage due to her mutation. Although she was not affected by God’s Stones, she wasn’t able to surpass the limits of her physiology.
In the end, the final decision was obtaining assistance from the Witch Union, who sent Vanilla and Broken Sword.
With Broken Sword’s augmentation, Vanilla found the same pheromones on Talos Murray’s armor and on the secret letter. Although it was only a droplet, it was undoubtedly considered concrete evidence.
If the two had never met, how could the bloodstains contain the same pheromones?
Thus, the Murray Brothers were definitely the murderers of the messenger.
“Such people exists amongst the ordinary folks…” After listening to Iron Axe’s explanation, Joe could not help but sigh with sorrow.
“Presently, Everwinter is still occupied by the Demons, so we are unable to spread the news of such heroic matters, but history will never forget people
like him.” Iron Axe sighed. “The two of you are the main contributors to capturing the murderers, but you are not established under the military. So aside from seeking the two of you out to inform you of the investigation results to give you closure, I wanted to ask what rewards you would wish to receive.”
“But we didn’t even do much.” Farrina replied directly, “Firstly, it was that Witch who sensed their strange behaviors first. I merely heard the commotion and came in at the end.”
Her words incited a burst of well-meaning laughter.
“Relax, His Majesty Roland will never miss out on contributors.” Iron Axe explained, “The Witch Union and the Army are two separate departments, so Miss Lorgar’s rewards are handled by others. In theory, your rewards should be handed out by the Administrative Office. But since the frontline matters are dealt with the locals, we are here to handle the inquiry.”
“I understand…” Farrina hesitated for a moment. “I was once part of the Church’s Judgment Army and was deceived by the shams and lies of the church. But if it is possible, I hope to obtain the chance to redeem myself.”
“Redeem yourself?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “Joining the First Army is the reward I want.”
The room instantly turned quiet. Everyone’s eyes roamed about, as though communicating their opinions.
After a long moment, Iron Axe spoke up. “The enlistment of the First Army was drawn up by His Majesty, I am unable to agree to your request.”
“Is that so…” Farrina’s clenched her fists before loosening them slightly.
“But,” Iron Axe’s words took a turn. “I can include your contributions and request into the report and hand it over to His Majesty to decide, provided that you are willing and determined to do so.”
Farrina lifted her head, revealing the light in her eyes. “Yes, Please!”
Farrina knew that upon joining the Army, her movements and actions would be restricted, the risks of facing the enemy amplified. But that was the route she thirsted for—The more thorny the road, the more she felt she could redeem the sins of her past.
…
After their departure, the other officials left, leaving Iron Axe and Edith in the room.
The Pearl of the Northern Region who was silent the entire team sighed. “That’s why I have to say, the Hermes Church is truly formidable… Since no judgment was meted out, what crimes or mistakes does she have? Only the pious believers of the Holy City would rather inherit sufferings in exchange for a peace of mind.”
Iron Axe shrugged his shoulders. He was already aware that Edith was shrewd in seeking personal profits; her occasional concessions were always for greater benefits. If the benefits were mutual, she was a flawless partner. But once there was a conflict of interest, it became extremely difficult to anticipate her thoughts. Farrina’s decision to be selfless and offer her devotion was something that would never appear from Edith.
But he held no dislike towards her.
Compared to those slow-witted, egotistical, or greedy profiteers, she was at least able to define her own goals and not make silly mistakes for the lack of foresight on short term gains.
“Then… what’s your opinion on dealing with the two convicts?” Iron Axe turned back to the main topic. Roland’s reply to him mentioned ‘If the crimes committed by the Everwinter knights are verified, you have full authority to decide.’ According to usual practices, the two knights who had over a hundred of lives on their hands only had one route—to be executed by hanging.
“If we hang them, I don’t think His Majesty would had specially exhorted us about it.” Edith revealed a sneer. “And don’t you think that sending them on
their way is simply giving them the easy way out?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Since we can’t publicize this, why not send them as gifts to Black Money. After spending so much on them, I’m sure they will be extremely hospitable to the two of them.”