The Game Difficulty
Has Gone Crazy
That same evening.
At the front gate of the Wordsworth mansion stood Glen and Tris, along with Romina and two Inquisition inquisitors.
It was already quite dark, but since everything they needed to do at Wordsworth was finished, they were planning to return to Avenue right away.
“Are you really going to be okay, Glen?”
Tris looked at Glen with worried eyes.
She had decided to stay behind.
With the whereabouts of the family head—who should be holding the family together—still unknown, she was the only one who could take on that role in his place.
“Yes. I’ll hold out with everything I’ve got, so I’ll leave the rest to you, Sister.”
Of course, Tris herself was a 6-star holy knight, so if she went with Glen to Avenue, she would be a powerful addition.
However, now that the demon army’s disruption operations had already begun, there was no guarantee that a second Muta would not appear.
That was why they decided to leave her here, so she could respond flexibly in case something unexpected happened.
‘Besides, if it’s just extra manpower, these two humans should be enough.’
Glen looked at Judith and Katrin.
The two of them had taken off their Inquisition armor and were now wearing the same knight armor of the Wordsworth family as Glen.
“Okay. I understand, Glen. I’ll reorganize the troops as quickly as possible and head to Avenue too. So make sure you stay safe.”
“Yes. I’ll be waiting.”
The siblings exchanged smiles.
Then Tris raised the corner of her lips slightly as she looked at Romina.
“……”
Romina also gave a faint smile and bowed her head to Tris.
“Shall we go, Saint?”
“Please don’t call me that. Seriously.”
Pushing away Judith, who was clinging to him a bit too closely, Glen stepped out through the mansion’s front gate.
With this, having secured even the final joker card to face Penelope, Glen set off toward Avenue.
‘Three days until arrival, huh.’
The Inquisition hadn’t arrived as quickly as he had hoped, so by the time he got there, the first clash would probably already be underway.
‘I need to hurry.’
Given who the enemy was, if he failed to arrive in time, Avenue could fall in the very first battle.
That was why Glen urged his horse forward the moment he left the front gate.
Two days later.
Repeating rest, full-speed riding, and camping, Glen’s group was heading toward the Fortress of Avenue at a rapid pace.
Glen estimated the remaining distance from their current location to Avenue.
‘Roughly… we should arrive around noon tomorrow.’
He clicked his tongue.
He had hurried as much as he could, but there was still a limit to how far horses could run in a single day, so he couldn’t shorten the time by much.
‘The battle will start first.’
He had wanted to arrive before the first battle broke out, but that might have been wishful thinking.
Clicking his tongue, Glen leaned his body against a tree, holding the back of his head.
“What? Think you won’t make it in time?”
Romina, who was beside him, spoke up.
“Yeah. I’ll need to change the plan a bit.”
“Isn’t there anything I can help with?”
“Hmm… not yet?”
Once they reached Avenue, a full-scale battle would break out again, so there wouldn’t be many opportunities to make use of Romina, who was a demon.
‘And with so many eyes watching, it’ll be hard for her to provide magical support from the back like last time.’
Especially since two inquisitors would also be participating this time, it was even more necessary to keep Romina’s existence hidden.
If either one of them discovered Romina’s true identity, everything Glen had built up until now would collapse in an instant.
“For now, let’s keep things as quiet as possible. I told you—those two humans. They may look like that, but they’re really sharp.”
“Yeah, I know. The woman is fine, but the man’s presence is honestly scary.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Romina glanced sideways at Judith, who was sitting on a tree stump reading a holy scripture.
“Still, it’s a bit frustrating.”
“What is?”
“I want to play such an amazing role that your eyes pop open.”
“Why? Trying to show off?”
Romina grinned mischievously.
“Yeah. I’ll make you owe me a debt you can never repay, and then I’ll completely flip the master-servant relationship. What do you think?”
“What master-servant relationship? Let’s say war god instead. Are you my servant?”
“I am, Young Master. Have you forgotten? Miss Tris hired me as your exclusive maid.”
“There you go again with the wordplay.”
When Glen pressed his thumb and middle finger together threateningly, Romina slowly stepped backward.
“Then I’ll go prepare the food you’ll be eating, Young Master.”
“You can’t even cook.”
Watching Romina scamper away, Glen let out a snort.
To be honest, she had already helped him more than enough.
If Romina hadn’t been here, Glen’s demonic rings would probably still be stuck at one.
‘There’s no way I’d have been able to link up a third demonic ring.’
Feeling the seventh ring that had formed near his heart, Glen smiled faintly.
The time had come.
The sky was dyed red.
Kwaaang—!
Chaeng!
Explosions and crashing sounds rang out from all directions.
Along with shrieks and screams.
At this very moment, the Fortress of Avenue was facing its greatest crisis yet.
“Load the arrows!”
“Pull!”
The commander shouted until his voice nearly tore apart.
However, less than half of the archers remaining on the walls even managed to nock arrows to their strings.
Unfortunately, there was no time to scold them now.
“Fire!”
Far fewer arrows than before painted the sky and fell below the walls.
Pababak!
Pak!
The undead struck by arrows collapsed.
Then the undead following behind stepped over the fallen ones and continued forward.
The mountain of corpses piled up like that had already reached over halfway up the wall.
“Damn it! Oil! Bring boiling oil and collapse the corpse pile!”
The commander shouted desperately, pouring holy power into his voice.
Yet only a few soldiers moved quickly in response to his command.
In the meantime, clumps of undead and magic rained down onto the walls like artillery shells.
Kuuuuung—!
