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Chapter 358: Invitation

It was not a wild guess. Human civilization proved the pattern clearly enough.

Nearly a million years from the Stone Age to the Iron Age. Then just three thousand two hundred years from iron to steam. From steam to electricity, a hundred and fifty years. From electricity to information, another fifty. The curve was not linear — it was a slope that steepened with each generation, each advance feeding the next with compounding speed.

And demons were not a fixed race.

From what Agatha had disclosed: eight hundred years ago, they had fought at close range with bronze and pig-iron blades and shields, in a manner not so different from human warfare. To counter witches, their senior warriors wore God’s Stones of Retaliation. Against long-range weapons — crossbow bolts, mangonels — they had no effective answer, and they bled heavily before taking fortified cities. Without their raw physical superiority, humanity might have won the first Battle of Divine Will outright.

But in the second Battle, everything had changed. Mass production of Magic Stones. Differentiation within the demon population — specialized units for specialized roles. Mad Demons, the most numerous, had developed long-range attack capabilities. They had built transportation and engineering tools driven by Magic Stone technology.

That was four hundred years ago.

How far had they evolved since?

He had expected Agatha to bring him Magic Stone technology from Taquila’s Quest Society — a foundation he could build on, a different path of industrial development. He hadn’t expected that those technologies originated from the enemy. If that was true, the competition ahead wasn’t simply human industry against demon armies. It was human industry against demon industry. Two accelerating curves, and only the faster would survive.

Only the one that develops technology faster will win.

Roland exhaled slowly. He needed to speak with Tilly. The thought wouldn’t leave him alone until he did.


He met her in his office after dinner.

She had come alone. That mattered — it meant trust, or at least something moving in that direction. He felt a small, genuine relief.

“Nightingale said you wanted to discuss something.” She settled into the chair across from him, direct as always.

“Yes.” He poured a cup of tea and brought it to her himself. “Mainly about how to face the third Battle of Divine Will. And what comes after.”

Tilly took the cup and waited.

“According to Agatha, the Four Kingdoms are a fraction of the Land of Dawn. Even the Barbarian Land was once the most prosperous of the Fertile Plains — it was the first two Battles that pushed humanity back to this corner. Based on the timing of the Stone Gate openings, the third Battle is not far off.” He steadied himself. “I hope you’ll stay.”

A short pause. Then, almost to herself: “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“The demons’ strength is unknown and probably growing. We need every resource we have to win. I know the first Battle involved both mortals and witches — but from what Agatha says, their cooperation was likely more form than substance. Not so different from the second Battle.” He spoke plainly, without trying to dress it up. “You’ve seen what I’m building. The knowledge I have is enough to create weapons capable of defeating demons. Once those weapons exist in sufficient numbers, ordinary people can fight in a way no one imagined possible. The right deployment has witches operating the war machines while ordinary people form the fighting mass. In a large-scale war, every body counts.”

Tilly sipped her tea and said nothing. The silence stretched. Roland’s chest was tight with it, but there was nothing useful he could add. He held his composure and waited.

Seven minutes. Then she sighed.

“If I stay — what about the witches on Sleeping Island?”

She’s agreed. He kept the excitement off his face. “Ask them to come to Border Town. They’re welcome here. I’ll set aside land for your group, and each of them will be paid the same as the Witch Union — not that I mean to fold them into the Union. They stay under your leadership. Think of it as an autonomous district within the Western Region. It makes cooperation practical and lets the two groups understand each other better.”

“Equal pay?” The faintest smile. “You don’t mind what their abilities are? You know most of them aren’t fighters.”

“Not at all.” He shook his head. “In the model I have in mind, assistant witches are more valuable, not less. Because their power doesn’t strengthen themselves — it strengthens hundreds of thousands of ordinary people. Nature doesn’t lack energy. It lacks people who can find and use it. That’s precisely where assistant abilities matter most.”

“Is that your real purpose?”

“Um —”

“It’s a generous offer.” She smiled, but shook her head. “I can’t refuse the practical case — fighting demons together is the only responsible choice. And personally, I’d like to stay and learn. But I can’t give you my answer now.”

Roland blinked. “Why not?”

“Because I was chosen by the witches on Sleeping Island, and I can’t decide their future based on my own preferences. Moving to the Western Region permanently would mean losing our independence. If something went wrong, they’d be too exposed to resist. If there were ever a conflict between us — and I’m not saying there would be — would they have to pack up and return to the island again?”

“I would never —”

“I can’t put their future in an oral promise.” She said it gently but clearly. “If you were in my position, would you surrender everything to someone else’s word, even an ally’s?”

He had his answer before she finished the sentence. He would not. The closer two powers are, the more likely the friction — that was not cynicism, it was history. The old principle: befriend the distant, contest the near. It applied to powers and to people.

“You see,” she said quietly. “You’d worry about the same thing.”

“But you’re my sister.” It came out softer than he intended. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I know you believe that.” She closed her eyes, something melancholy in the set of her face. “But for the exact reason you just gave — it’s why I can’t simply trust it. It’s probably why I can’t promise you right away.” She seemed to set the thought aside deliberately, like moving a heavy object to a different shelf. “Let’s remain allies for now. I’ll give my full support to Border Town’s construction. If you need witches, I’ll do my best to provide them. And if it ever becomes impossible to resist the demons — you can always return to Sleeping Island and live out your days in peace.” A pause. “That’s all I can offer for now.”

The fire settled in the grate. Roland looked at the tea cooling in his own cup and said nothing, because there was nothing left to say that wouldn’t make things worse.

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