The Blood Cross Army and Derek’s Frustration
State Window, seemingly the only one in the world who shared Ihan’s sense of humor and sarcasm, offered its agreement. Ihan was relieved to know he wasn’t the only one who found the name ridiculous.
However, Derek—alias Taechang—was utterly bewildered.
Derek mumbled to himself, struggling to comprehend this sudden revelation about a faction he’d never heard of.
Indeed, Derek’s mind was always cluttered—with too much information.
Many might envy Derek’s encyclopedic knowledge, thinking they could accomplish anything with such resources. But Derek saw it differently.
Knowledge, as vast as his, was a double-edged sword. Without sufficient power or authority to act on it, that knowledge became a burden. Not just any power—he needed...
Aura mastery wasn’t something achieved through skills or achievement points. Becoming a warlord required political acumen and charisma—qualities Derek neither possessed nor wanted to cultivate.
For Derek, this was a way of taking responsibility for his knowledge as a developer.
A Rare Respite
“Wow, this water’s so clean—it’s been ages since I’ve seen water this pure.”
“This bread is soft, and the milk tastes freshly drawn. How on earth did they get these to such a remote place?”
“Mmm!”
“Sir Arend, please slow down, or you’ll choke.”
Ihan had known it was large, but not to this extent. It made sense, though—supplying fertilizer to the entire southern continent required such an enormous operation.
“Investigating won’t be easy.”
“Hmm.”
That was likely the minimum. A thorough investigation could take two weeks or more, especially when searching for a hidden organization.
‘Is this even the right place?’
Doubt crept into Ihan’s mind. Isis had chosen this location out of three potential sites, relying on her instincts. Could her intuition have been wrong?
‘...No, this is it!’
Ihan decided to trust Isis. Her intuition often bordered on the supernatural, something almost mystical. He had to believe this was the right place—doubting her wouldn’t help.
“Looks like you’ll have to keep working hard. I’ll do what I can, but my status as a convict limits me.”
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