The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
At last, Willoden Veronia declared his second defeat.
Because of that, Glen’s demands toward Veronia became far bolder than before.
Willoden had already promised 300 Veronia battle priests, 100 Black Horse Knights, and 200 elite priests from Luciliron, including Nelpers, a 7-star priest.
However, his objections afterward failed.
And on top of that, Glen demanded an additional 200 Black Horse Knights and a massive amount of war supplies.
But more than anything else, the biggest gain was that seventy percent of the crystal mining output from the uncharted land was transferred to Wordsworth.
‘Honestly, this is the real profit.’
The crystals of Mirmias, which can contain any power that exists in the world.
If the considerable amount of crystal that made up an entire temple were all refined into Holy Power Stones, the profits would be enormous.
A representative example was Willoden Veronia in the original work—using Holy Power Stones to raise even stronger battle priests than he had now, washing away his filthy past, and becoming a rising sacred noble house.
However.
Willoden could not even take half of the crystals he mined.
And on top of that, the glory he was meant to seize in the future would be taken entirely by Glen Wordsworth.
‘Well, Wordsworth doesn’t have many battle priests, so the family’s standing won’t rise as dramatically as Willoden’s did.’
Even so, it would certainly light a massive spark for the revival of a declining prestigious family.
“Nice.”
The Veronia reinforcements that would play a major role in the next war against the demon race.
A massive amount of Mirmias crystals that could be operated with Holy Power Stones.
And even the Banshee guardian spirit and the myth-grade artifact, the Mirror of the Beginning.
Looking with satisfied eyes at the achievements in Veronia Territory neatly organized on paper, Glen nodded.
Contrary to his inner worries, this journey ended with him obtaining exactly what he wanted, without any major unexpected variables.
Now, there was truly nothing left to do in Veronia Territory.
That was why Glen could return straight to the Wordsworth estate tomorrow morning and prepare for—and carry out—the next plan.
“But you’re just leaving like this?”
Romina asked Glen.
She was lying on Glen’s bed, stuffing the dessert she had brought into her mouth.
‘She probably brought that to give to me.’
“Huh? You mean just leaving like this.”
“Then what else is there to do? There’s nothing left.”
Of course, since Veronia Territory was larger than Wordsworth, if he really wanted to look around, there were more things he could gather.
Among them were high-performance artifacts and dungeons helpful for growth.
‘But collecting all of those would be a waste of time.’
From the moment Penelope led the 8th Demon King Army Corps to attack Ovenue Fortress, the scenario that moved this world had already begun.
Countless events and incidents would occur all over the world, causing immeasurable changes.
And among them were fortuitous encounters and hidden pieces that could never be obtained if a certain timing was missed.
So rather than digging through every corner of a territory to collect small things, it was better to squeeze out even a single day to secure something that would help him greatly.
Just like how it was better to obtain a legendary-grade artifact in a territory hundreds of kilometers away rather than an epic-grade artifact in western Veronia Territory.
“There’s nothing to do? Then you’re just going to leave that gloomy lord alone?”
However, that was not what Romina was asking about.
“If you leave him like this, he’ll definitely try to get revenge somehow, won’t he?”
Willoden Veronia.
Romina was questioning whether that gloomy man would obediently do whatever Glen ordered for the rest of his life.
“Ah, that guy is fine to leave alone for now. He’ll disappear in a few months anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
Romina tilted her head.
“It means the Inquisition will go to Veronia in a few months.”
“So you were planning to deal with him eventually.”
“Of course.”
No matter what someone had done in the past, no human wanted to live the rest of their life only suffering losses.
They would look for any opportunity to turn the situation around.
And for someone like Willoden, an opportunist who even used gloomy schemes others avoided, that was especially true.
That was why Glen had no intention of holding onto a bomb that would explode someday.
“I’ll let him live only until all the promised crystals are transferred to Wordsworth.”
Even at most, it was only one temple’s worth. So in a few months, the mining would be finished, and Willoden only needed to stay alive until then.
If Glen acted too early and Willoden was purged by high-ranking figures in the capital, resulting in the capital confiscating the crystals, that would be disastrous.
“I see. You really thought it all through, huh?”
Picking up a piece of fruit from the cake and bringing it to her mouth, Romina raised her eyebrows.
“You’re merciful. If it were me, I’d have cut off his head myself.”
“If you deal with things emotionally like that, you can’t squeeze out any more profit.”
“I’m not really emotional. It’s just because it’s about you.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
When Glen frowned, Romina slightly raised the corner of her lips and got off the bed, approaching him.
Then she hugged his neck from behind.
“Should I say it makes my blood boil when someone touches my master?”
Thinking about the day they first met and the day they returned after clearing the cursed fog—
And about Willoden, who had tried to kill Glen twice—
A killing intent flickered in Romina’s amber eyes.
“If I had the power, that man would’ve died by my hands more than ten times.”
Hearing the sincerity in her voice by his ear, Glen thought he would need to caution Romina more as she grew stronger.
“You’re the same. I know you have things you’re relying on, but I wish you wouldn’t throw yourself into danger so recklessly.”
Romina only knew part of it. In reality, Glen had moved while putting his life on the line many times.
You could say Mirmias was just joking around, but it was the same when he faced Penelope directly, and when he persuaded Septerien, the Queen of the Banshees—Glen had jumped straight into danger.
He had prepared escape-useful magic scrolls in his inventory in case of lunatic-level crises, but it was still dangerous.
But without doing that much, he couldn’t obtain what he wanted.
High risk, high return.
To gain something far beyond his own limits, Glen had to stake even his life.
If he had only chosen easy paths, he wouldn’t even have broken past the wall of 4-stars yet, let alone reached 7-stars.
In the end, it was because he walked this life-or-death tightrope that he gained power comparable to a noble family head in less than 100 days.
“Don’t worry. This is the last time.”
Of course, that didn’t mean Glen was inflexible enough to tell a party member who worried about him to mind their own business.
