“Oh? You awake, Camilla?”
"Good morning I guess?" she yawned as she stretched her waist. Then she rubbed her glazed eyes and took out a can of beer. Shee didn't realize that she was the center of attention now.
#Gluck, gluck!
"Fuwahhh so refreshing!"
Because it was suddenly quiet, Camillia became surprised. As Camilla looked at everyone, she was taken aback.
"What!? What’s wrong?"
“Eh? Nothing," said Mythril.
All of the Wraith Sanctum's comrades immediately averted their eyes. But Camilla's eyes still looked suspicious.
“I guess it's about time….” Cron, get up from the couch. “until tomorrow…”
"O-oh, Cron, even though I just woke up?" Camilla replied.
“Eh? You just had a can of beer and some food, you know?” added Beldevere turning to her secretary. "Mythril, get some foods for Cron,"
"As usual, milady?"
"A little more, everyone won't be finished anyway," Baldevere sighed.
While Mythril prepares for Cron, Beldevere demands something.
"Cron, while you're waiting how about we do a quick briefing on the security operation earlier? I-I mean, to allow us the Wraith Sanctum to step forward…” Baldevere was a bit reluctant.
#Hah… (sighed)
Cron who was about to take his sword leaning on the wall near the door, turned around. He snorted tiredly. He turned almost to Baldevere.
Attention returned to Cron. Except for Dina who still seems to hate Cron. They saw Cron as someone who was far more experienced than anyone.
"Okay…." Cron scratched his head reluctantly.
(So… where do I start, huh?) he thought.
-Discussion has started-
Everyone, one by one, started paying attention to Cron. Actually they are not too happy with today's results. Because of that, the faces of the Wraith Sanctum were somber, frustrated, and sad. The small celebration was just to calm their hearts for a moment. But, those discussions were conducted for the betterment of the alliance. After all, back then, the Wraith Sanctum was like a lion in the forest…. Compared now….
“There are three reasons… I think,” said Cron, folding his arms. "First, we can't be sure what is important and not to be informed to each security division member,"
Hearing that, the Wraith Sanctum members became confused and astonished. They didn't quite understand what Cron was saying.
“Huh? What does that mean, brother Cron?” Bonus said while brushing his hair to look cool.
“Hm… I don't understand about that. Me, Bonus, and Scarlett both saw the church sect, order of the Hypogriph. They are certainly a very fatal threat…,” Fairmind nodded confidently.
“Hey! That's why you hate women, Cron! As the idol of top singers, my stage has a wide view to monitor everyone, Ahohohoho~!” Scarlett shrugged. “But… I still don't understand why you make such a big deal out of it~? And~ it's true that there are quite a number of occultist sects!”
“Hah… I knew it, you song brain,” Cron commented quietly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Scarlett did not accept.
Meanwhile the Countdime was silent and kept listening.
“Well, that aside…” Cron chimed in. He added, "There's nothing wrong really. Let's assume that in that crowd there are about 5% occult sects. We're only monitoring 5%... and what's the potential?”
Mythril headed for Cron and handed over a large pack of food.
“95% is our real threat, so that's it. If so, isn't focusing on the 95% difficult? Mythril put forward her opinion.
"I'm not sure about the word 'focus' you mean, Miss secretary." Cron received the package then sat back down on the sofa, next to Ariri. “If focus is defined as 5%, then 95% is simply observing. The Order of Hypogriph was indeed something from the start. Their connection with the government…”
Cron said carefully, "But you have to remember, the Wraith Sanctum is at the bottom when it comes to power and sovereignty…."
After those words were spoken, Cron realized that he had lit an invisible fire among the members of the Wraith Sanctum. Their hands sharpened almost tore the sofa. There was a sinister aura that made the two Moonshed women not move. They grew frustrated and seemed unable to accept being told that way.
"Agreed, I almost perished too…," Countdime's comment made the flames of frustration subside in the room.
Countdime folded up his newspaper.
"Admit it! We are indeed weak! Our army is even just this! This sucks, but Cron was right about that fact!” Countdime spoke his mind out loud.
As if a heavy blow to their faces, the Wraith Sanctum pondered over what the Countdime had said. Men who are known to be competent, always serious, and only talk when important things happen make them aware. Especially the Countdime's confession that almost perished. That was because they believed the Countdime's strength was even on par with Baldevere.
The two Moonshed women also lowered their heads, feeling the pain in the room's atmosphere. They are depressed.
***
“Well, even if I say that…” Cron scratched his head, feeling a bit reluctant. “I'm sure… there will be plenty of suitable strategies for the Wraith Sanctum in the future….”
Cron's words this time had little effect on the current depression situation.
#Plop
"Stop it! No need to think deeply! Cron is still with us guys! Chill first please!” Lady Baldevere tried to cheer them up.
“And… Cron, it says you have three points?”
Cron said the second point is a sensitive matter. He added that he would tell at regular meetings the discussion of further operations because currently there were two people outside the alliance.
Dina was shocked and disappointed. She wanted to be angry, but because of the reason Cron was so strong for the benefit of the alliance, Dina somehow tried to keep quiet.
“Third point…” Cron pointed at someone. “Camilla is the cause….”
The direction that Cron pointed meant getting ready for that person to be cornered.
The twin bun pigtails woman was aghast. “W-w-w-w-w-w-why me!!?” Camilla pointed at herself.
Camillia looked as if she was about to faint when her comrades looked at her like a mad dog ready to tear her body apart.
#Hah…. (Sighed)
Before the misunderstanding deepened, Cron moved to sit near Camillia. Looking straight ahead, Cron put his arm around the head of the woman whose face was now covered with worry over the accusations. Cron's palms were ready to caress Camilla's face.
Even worse, Cron's expression was innocent.
“You think this cute lady is the cause?” Cron's hands moved Camilla's face at will. She created a goofy face out of the wrinkles created by Cron's fingers.
“CRRONN!” Dina protested, her cheeks blushing. “YOU’RE BEING IMPOLIT!, LOSE YOUR HANDS, PREVERT!”
Cron ignored Dina, but the Wraith Sanctum comrades started laughing a little. Cron made them realize that Camilla was just the woman they knew. Camilla was just their common companion.
“Heh… sorry we always misunderstood you…,” Scheme, an uncle with a twin face with Stitch but no beards, expressed his opinion. "So how? Camilla… made a mistake?” Scheme said in a macho bass tone while holding his chin.
Stitch and Scheme are twin-chinned bums, except for the beards.
Cron stopped fiddling with Camilla's face now. Instead he stroked Camilla's head like a child.
“This is purely my ignorance…. The dimensional pressure and the substance of the detector are the keys….”
Cron explained that as a base, Camilla was the only non-Wraith race to join the Wraith Sanctum before him. He said that one of the tools that Dina and Ariri brought should have a strong reaction to it. Especially Dimensional Pressure could force Camilla to pass out within hours.
“What do you mean, Cron? So you're saying that this Camilla is of the Void race?” asked Dina suddenly.
Cron turned to Dina, while Camilla looked at Cron like an angel sparing her accusations. Most of all, she really enjoyed the caress of her hair.
“With full awareness and without regret, Dina. And from some of my experiences, I'm fully convinced that Camilla is from the Void race.” Cron then turned to Camilla's face. “More precisely… Elder Void,”
"What?" Scheme was surprised.
“EEEEHHHHHHHH!!!!!????????” followed by everyone else excited.
Void is a unique race. They may be shaped like other races, but they also have an abstract form. As was common knowledge in the etherealm world, Void race had much stronger abilities than the angelic and infernal races. Moreover, Void Elder.
“Cron, is that true? But when I asked her… she is just a Wraith like us?” Balvedere put on a serious face. “His aura, his strength, all of that matches what he said back then, I'm pretty sure!?”
“Well, did you know… that the void race can manipulate anything perfectly?” said Crones.
“S-sorry, milady. B-but… at that time you o-opened a recruitment for W-wraith members only. So… so… I don't have anything else to do… s-th-that's why….” Camillia slightly frightened opened her mouth.
Cron rose from his seat once again. He was relieved to have given way to the leader of the Wraith Sanctum even though it troubled him a bit. Although Cron, tired of providing basic knowledge to alliances that seems are far from that experience.
"That's more or less, thanks for the food." Cron bowed, then went "I have to go home…."
Cron walked towards the exit. Cron leaves an awkward impression on his comrades, as well as on his former allies, the two women from Moonshed.
“Hey, Cron! Y-you want to go home already?” Camilla whined.
Cron took and placed the sword on his shoulder, then turned his head slightly. “A blind person like me…should just follow the orders, right?”
Cron closed the door from the outside.
"Be careful on the road, thank you for your cooperation!" Uncle Stitch and Scheme replied at the same time.
Cron's simple words just now dealt a powerful blow that pushed Lady Montana Baldevere's ego out.
However…
Lady Baldevere's hands gripped tightly in anger even though her expression warmly greeted Cron who was allowed to go home.
Instead of following the ego, taking input from her subordinates who even had an eye defect, Lady Baldevere felt better even though it was hard.
(A rational and reasonable opinion is no reason not to accept it. Even if it's from someone far below you, much weaker, even if that person is disabled, Montana!) Montana Baldevere, for a moment remembers her late grandfather's words.
Lady Baldevere learns something new. Now one step further in bringing the Wraith Sanctum to the fore.
One step further, away from his ego….
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