![]() ![]() “Blood sacrifice…” Franca and Jenna recalled the support various evil god factions had given Hugues Artois. Could Anthony Reid and his comrades have stumbled upon one of these opportunities? The conflict had unwittingly provided opportunities for these evil gods to infiltrate the realm. Madam Magician had mentioned that Sinners, a secret organization devoted to evil gods, emerged in the war’s later phases. “Could it be a sacrificial rite? A blood offering to an evil god?” A shard of Madam Magician’s prior words tugged at his thoughts, and he ventured, Silence enveloped Apartment 601, a contemplative hush broken only by Lumian’s recollection. “If I had, I wouldn’t have grappled with years of puzzlement.” Jenna, absorbed in contemplation, posed another question, “Did you defy Hugues Artois’s orders? Or did your actions inadvertently cost him something?” It can’t be a squabble between comrades or external rivals.” Lumian chimed in with conviction, “Absolutely not. But an attack from an unknown faction? That puzzled him.įranca pondered for a moment and said, “Did your unit forsake allies on the battlefield? Or perhaps lay claim to spoils of war that weren’t rightfully yours?”Īnthony Reid ruminated briefly before shaking his head resolutely. He understood why the Loen army would attack him and his comrades-their animosity, though intense, was comprehensible within the context of war. ![]() “Indeed, who could it be…” Anthony Reid, now more composed thanks to his Placate, intoned with a voice etched in determination. No matter how formidable an Instigator was, there was no hope of success unless Anthony Reid’s company had discovered evidence of someone’s serious crimes or formed a deep feud with other companies due to conflicts on the battlefield. This made one of the companies impersonate as Loenese soldiers, launching a deadly nocturnal assault on Anthony Reid and his comrades. She even speculated that an Instigator might have sowed seeds of internal discord amidst the Intis army to digest a potion. “Who could it be?” Jenna had already raised this question after reading the telegram, but both of them couldn’t come up with a reasonable answer. Anthony’s company held no strategic value, no pivotal figures, so there was no reason for a high-level concealment. In the grand scheme of the Loen Kingdom, this skirmish was a minor one. Her inclination leaned toward the latter possibility. Instinctively, he used Placate on himself.Īs Anthony Reid struggled to “save” himself, Franca elaborated, “Either the battle’s secrecy is of the highest order, barring my Loenese friend from obtaining the truth for now, or a different faction entirely orchestrated the assault on your unit.” His emotional stability quivered, struck by a potent aftershock. This revelation rendered his years of suffering, of misattributed blame, into a cruel jest.Īs a Psychiatrist, Anthony Reid was acutely attuned to the waves of disillusionment that crashed through his psyche.
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