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Chapter 906: Unveiling The Mystery (Part Ⅰ)

The week following the alert was taut as wire.

Hour-long meetings filled the castle’s conference room each day, ministers cycling through with reports on the current situation, and the atmosphere never quite lost the edge that had settled over it the moment Wendy had sounded the alarm.

“Still no trace of the demons?” Barov sipped his tea and glanced around the table.

He looked considerably more at ease than he had a few days ago. Wendy thought it was probably Wendy’s promise to shoulder full responsibility—or perhaps the smooth transport of the Golden Twos—that had lifted the weight from his shoulders.

“The First Army’s lookouts have expanded their surveillance range to the edge of the grassland,” the garrison commander said concisely, “but they’ve found nothing. Further north lies the Barbarian Land—dense forest, insufficient supplies. Extending the perimeter any further isn’t possible.”

“That’s all you common people can manage.” Alethea seemed to relish any opportunity to remind Neverwinter of its limits. “You’d die to the insects before you ever laid eyes on a demon. Leave it to us. Ten God’s Punishment Witches have already advanced fifteen kilometers into the Fertile Plains and established a small outpost at the Pearl Lake.”

“The Pearl Lake?” Wendy asked.

“Marked with bird’s nests on the Wolf Girl’s map. It was once a place of lakes and springs—now mostly swamp.”

“Is it safe?”

“Rest assured. When it comes to fighting demons, we have more experience than you could accumulate in a lifetime. Any one of our God’s Punishment Witches can handle three or four Mad Demons simultaneously. Five together can wipe out a small patrol without difficulty.” Alethea’s confidence carried no warmth. “Of course, if the Wolf Girl did stumble across a patrol, the enemy’s main force is likely already closing in.”

“Are demons incapable of acting independently?” Barov asked.

“Their reliance on the Red Mist makes it impossible to stray far from their supply lines,” Pasha explained. “Demons cannot move freely the way humans do—air is not enough for them.”

“Then if the enemy is still so distant,” Barov said, setting down his cup, “why can’t we lift the alert?”

“Without a reliable network of sentry posts around Neverwinter, we cannot eliminate the possibility of the enemy slipping into the city.”

“And even sentry posts would offer little,” another Senior Witch added. “Without Sigils of Listening, the sentries wouldn’t have time to send warning even if they spotted Devilbeasts.”

The extreme terrain of the Barbarian Land formed an invisible barrier—no news could travel through it fast enough to be useful. The entire northwest of Neverwinter lay shrouded in something that felt less like distance and more like silence, as though the land itself had agreed to conceal what moved through it. Wendy sighed inwardly. All they could do was search for small clues in a vast darkness.

Lorgar’s news had come at the worst possible moment.

If His Majesty had not left for the expedition, Sylvie, Lightning, Maggie, and Nightingale could have scouted the entire northern face of the Impassable Mountain Range inside of two days. My own ability is no help here. The thought was quiet and exact, neither self-pitying nor incorrect.

Tilly said, “Mr. Director—you may find this overstepping, but I’d like to ask: how has the city reacted this past week? Fear? Panic?”

Barov set down his teacup and bowed with a hand on his chest. “Everything remains within City Hall’s control, Your Highness. We’ve received numerous inquiries—but most citizens simply want to know where the enemy is and whether the First Army needs assistance. If anything, the news has strengthened morale rather than eroded it. Even the night shift’s productivity has improved.” He paused. “No one blames the Sleeping Island witches for the demons’ approach. Please be assured of that.”

“Then that’s good.”

“Though we have also received complaints about the price of Bird Beak Mushrooms and pinecones.” The Director glanced at Wendy with studied blankness. “If the alert isn’t lifted soon, egg prices will follow.”

“We’ll set that aside for now.” Tilly’s voice was careful. “What concerns me more is awareness. Demons are unlike any enemy Neverwinter has faced before. If someone uses this moment to revive the old accusations—that witches are servants of the Devil—the trust we’ve built between the common people and the Witch Union could be destroyed.”

Barov hesitated. “That’s a matter I would need to consult His Majesty on.”

“Then include it in today’s report.” Tilly looked at Wendy.

“Understood.”

Wendy had just begun drawing the meeting’s threads together when rapid footsteps shattered the quiet—Ring’s voice arriving before Ring herself.

“La—Lady Wendy! The Wolf Girl woke up!”

Everyone rose at once. Wendy was already moving toward the door.

“Ahem—I’ll also—” Barov started to follow, but Ashes stepped smoothly into his path.

“That’s a girl’s bedroom. I think you’d best wait here for news.”


Lorgar was struggling upright when Wendy entered the room, beads of sweat rising on her brow. She looked pale. Her broken ears drooped. Her hair had gone dry and dull, stripped of its usual luster.

“I can’t believe it.” She panted, looking up at the crowd that had pressed into the doorway. “I’m still alive. How long have I been unconscious?”

“Ten days since we found you.” Wendy pressed her gently back against the pillows. “Don’t move. Your limbs, your bones, even your organs—they’ve all taken severe damage. Ten days isn’t enough. You’re alive because of Nightfall’s Seed of Symbiosis, but you have to rest until Nana returns.”

Lorgar turned to Nightfall, who lay in the adjacent bed, and inclined her head. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” Nightfall shrugged, aiming for casual and nearly achieving it. “Lying in bed with Chaos Drinks every day isn’t the worst arrangement.”

“What did you encounter in the depths of the Barbarian Land?” Ashes asked. “You said the word ‘demons’ many times in your sleep.”

Lorgar closed her eyes. “Yes. Many of them.” She steadied her breathing. “At first I came across two alone—I was chasing a hybrid demonic beast. They might have been scouts, or simply hunting on their own.” A slow breath. “I killed them both. But those two were only a hint of what came next. When I found the ruins of Taquila, there was an army—countless demons, swarming the site. And among them were several colossal monsters.”

The room went still.

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