This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 71: Annihilation Operation

[Ah, no!! No!! I can’t die like this! ......Aaagh!!]

With the sound of gunfire, the body of the last remaining abomination on the surface exploded.

The Ketraatus member silently reloaded his magazine and approached Iomene.

"There are no more demon worshippers left on the surface."

"I can no longer sense anything either."

Despite her extremely sensitive detection abilities, nothing was being picked up anymore. The foul stench was still rising from below, but that was something Grand Master Al Maday and his men would handle.

Iomene gazed at the pillar of light illuminating the entire city.

With those who needed to hide no longer able to do so, the work had become too easy.

The saint was, in a sense, still protecting the people of the city, even while collapsed.

She stared at the pillar of light with a pious heart for a moment, when suddenly sharp noises and screams began to reach Iomene's ears.

"Filthy, disgusting labor theorists!! Reactionaries!! You filthy, vile, worm-like scum!! Look at what you’ve done to the city!!"

Police officers, armed with handguns and submachine guns, were pointing their weapons at the citizens and workers, screaming in rage.

"To think the demon worshippers were hiding among you! You bastards!! I knew it! You all are trying to destroy Scrap Yard!"

At those words, the workers began murmuring and backing away, but the police seemed uninterested in letting them go.

"What are you doing! Shoot! Shoot them all and throw these labor theorists into the prison camps!!"

The situation was on the brink of exploding.

"Stop."

At Iomene's command, the Ketraatus members moved quickly.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew near, and the police, who were about to pull their triggers, froze.

"Pantheon! It’s perfect timing! Help us capture these guys!! They were hiding demon worshippers among them!!"

The Ketraatus members looked at the workers.

The workers trembled even more under their cold stares.

"According to the Codex Prolilium, they are all targets for arrest. We must arrest them ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) and investigate whether they’ve been tainted by dark magic."

The Ketraatus members subtly drew their handguns.

"Saintess, please command us. We will arrest them immediately and assist with the investigation."

At this, Iomene felt a headache coming on.

Those idiots.

Wasn't it said that the most terrifying beings are those who’ve only read one book?

And these battle priests and holy knights were those kinds of beings, having only read the Codex Prolilium their whole lives.

As much as she wanted to scream at them to go down underground and deal with the demon worshippers, doing so would leave the city with insufficient forces to maintain order.

"Put your guns away. I will not permit firing!"

At Iomene’s shout, the Ketraatus members looked at her with confused expressions.

"But that’s an action against the Codex Prolilium. It clearly says that anyone suspicious should be eliminated."

"And the Codex also says to obey my orders!! So listen to me!! I do not permit firing!!"

"But Saintess, the Codex Prolilium..."

Iomene felt like crying.

They were experts at capturing evil things.

But when it came to maintaining order in the city and mediating the interests between the two conflicting factions, they were hopeless.

Scrap Yard was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

The conflict between workers and capitalists, which had been delayed for a while due to the appearance of the demon worshippers, was still simmering and ready to burst.

It wouldn’t be strange if the police killed a worker or the labor theorists killed the police or capitalists at any moment.

And the only external organization that could stop this, the Ketraatus, was filled with these narrow-minded idiots. What were they supposed to do?

"Your Highness!! They are labor theorists! They are openly violating Imperial law! They are disgusting elements trying to shake the foundation of society! You must arrest them, not defend them!!"

A higher-ranking officer among the police harshly protested.

"We must capture them all! Lend us your strength!!"

At those words, unable to hold back, one of the labor theorists stepped forward and shouted.

"If you’re going to talk like that, do you think your factory owners are innocent? Didn’t one of them turn out to be a demon worshipper?! I saw it!! I personally saw monsters escaping from your mansions!!"

At those words, the Ketraatus members now turned their gaze toward the police.

"That’s true. There were demon worshippers among the factory owners. The workers are also under investigation, and so are you."

"Saintess, please give your command. We will capture these suspicious individuals and investigate them."

As the Ketraatus members began showing their intent to attack, the police raised their weapons halfway, pale-faced.

"You... you want to investigate us?"

"Religious bastards, finally showing their true nature!!"

The Ketraatus members also raised their guns slightly.

"You should choose your next move carefully. One of us can take on a hundred of you. Do you think your bullets can pierce through our miracles and armor?"

"Stop!! Stop!!"

Iomene commanded, but the Ketraatus members blocked her way.

"They raised their weapons at us, Saintess. Please step back. You could be hit by a stray bullet."

The situation was on the edge.

It was a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

The police were afraid to touch the Imperial Princess and the members of the Pantheon.

The workers were afraid of being shot by either the police or the Ketraatus.

And the Ketraatus could have killed them all, but were restrained by the Princess’s command.

But if even the slightest misstep occurred, this place would quickly turn into hell.

"Please, Almene. Hurry up!........"

The White Order was not a group suited for maintaining order.

What was needed now was an external organization to calm the situation, investigate the truth, and maintain order.

And just as Iomene prayed, her face suddenly brightened.

"They’re here."

She looked up at the sky.

Everyone else also looked up at the sky.

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With an immense vibration, the air above Scrap Yard split, and from within, a massive airship emerged.

A skull pattern with a sword in its mouth was clearly marked on the surface of the airship.

It was the emblem of the Black Fortress, the Imperial intelligence organization and royal special forces.

The airship, upon arrival, immediately began descending rapidly.

As the huge metal vessel slowly descended from the sky, the city’s citizens gasped in shock.

"Stop! What is going on here!!"

The doors of the airship opened, and urgently, a group of individuals began jumping down into the city.

Holy knights and priests of the Sun Order, worshippers of the God of Justice, Loperus.

Holy knights and priests of the Grace Order, worshippers of the Goddess of Grace, Lilia.

Priests of the Silence Order, worshippers of the God of Darkness and Secrets, Le-Neril.

The Pantheon’s forces surged out and, in the blink of an eye, began to spread across the entire city.

And they were not the only ones.

"In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, lower your weapons! If not, you will all be investigated for treason!"

"Are you aiming your guns at the Imperial Princess?! Lower your weapons! Disarm immediately!"

"If you don’t want to be bombarded by the airship, disarm right now!!"

The interrogators from the Black Fortress also descended into the city, quickly heading to where conflicts were likely to arise, starting their mediation efforts.

Unlike the Ketraatus, who had only read one book, these individuals had read many, and they were skilled at quelling this type of conflict.

Iomene, upon seeing this, let out a sigh of relief.

"Why did you take so long?"

After playfully grumbling at Almene, Iomene gave her orders to the Ketraatus members.

"Except for the minimal number of troops required for my protection, I want all of the First and Fourth companies to assist Grand Master Al Maday in suppressing the demon worshippers underground. Remember! No more combat on the surface! Let the Pantheon and the interrogators from the Black Fortress handle it!"

"We will obey your orders."

After all but five veterans from the First and Fourth companies disappeared with heavy steps, the interrogators from the Black Fortress quickly approached Iomene.

"We’ll escort you to the airship, Imperial Princess."

With the protection of the Ketraatus and the interrogators, Iomene was guided to the airship.

As Iomene stepped onto the airship with a tired expression, Almene approached her.

".......You know, right?"

"I know."

After a brief conversation, skipping the usual intermediate steps as expected of twins, Iomene headed to the back of the airship, while Almene went to the control room.

"Disarm the police and the workers! I don’t want the situation to escalate any further! The members of the Silence Order, deal with the factory owners! The other interrogators, begin investigating the workers. The protection of the Saintess will be handled by the holy knights of the Grace Order!"

While Almene issued orders in real-time through magical communication devices distributed to the Pantheon’s holy knights and several interrogators, working hard to maintain order in the city, Iomene headed to a corner of the airship.

When she arrived, a familiar witch stood there.

"Erfa."

Erfa was not her usual soft and gentle self.

With a blank expression, she was busy adjusting her wand, and there seemed to be hatred even in her actions.

"Iomene."

"The remaining demon worshippers have all fled into the underground mines. You’re coming down with me, right?"

"Yes."

"Let’s go together. I need to go down too to command the Ketraatus."

At Iomene’s words, Erfa nodded briefly without speaking.

It wasn’t just Erfa.

Nine combat mages, carefully selected from the Magic Tower Temple, were hastily preparing for battle.

But that wasn’t all.

Iomene looked with a curious expression at others preparing for battle.

The Black Fortress’s most important assets.

She had known of them but had never seen them in person.

The soulless ones.

Encased in strange black bindings, they were hastily preparing for deployment. Even though she was watching them directly, they gave off a bizarre feeling of vanishing from her sight, as though they weren’t truly there.

The moment the bindings were removed, they would be completely unleashed.

Ordinary beings would not recognize them even if they were right in front of them. Even well-trained wizards and holy knights, unless they had extreme detection abilities, wouldn’t notice them until the moment they were struck down.

They were beings with faint existence.

And because of that, they operated as the most powerful assassins.

"The adjustments are complete."

"They are ready for deployment immediately."

The mages, who had been checking the soulless ones’ bindings, slowly stepped back.

The interrogator from the Black Fortress, who was commanding the soulless ones, looked at Iomene.

"Please give us your command."

The combat mages from the Magic Tower Temple.

The Celestial Knights of the White Order.

And the assassins from the Black Fortress.

These were forces that could easily handle the situation.

"Do we even need orders? These are the ones who tried to harm the Saint and destroy Scrap Yard. The only fitting conclusion for them is one."

Iomene gritted her teeth and gave her command.

"Extermination. Kill all the demon worshippers in the underground tunnels. Leave none alive."