Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 808 - 145: The Witch’s Home
Ilya changed her destination halfway and headed straight to Cedric Thorn's residence. Facing an opponent like Ethan, who came from nowhere and exceeded her control, she must rely on the power of the Imperial Army, and of course her former companion, the Great Sage Sera. Considering the potential battle, they needed a healing master to provide logistics support.
However, when she found Cedric at home, this Imperial Army Commander seemed strange too.
He looked tired today, wearing an eyepatch on his forehead, with droopy eyelids, as if he had undergone a whole day of special training.
"Someone sneaked into the Simpler Clan's mansion intending to assassinate Duke Ash?"
Cedric slowly repeated Ilya's words, utterly bewildered, "Holy Mage, if you have so much energy every day that you don't know where to spend it, please find something meaningful to do, like helping the Judicial Court revise laws. I think those tasks would suit you very well."
As he emphasized yesterday, the Imperial Army and the Mage Association are two completely unrelated departments, and he had no interest in those boring hero games. Logically, someone of Illya's level had no authority to boss him around.
Yet, the reality was that Ilya had knocked on his door for two consecutive days at his off-duty time, particularly late at night.
Just as expected from a pampered noble lady growing up, who has grown into a "big star" in the eyes of the Empire's citizens, her mind is solely filled with herself.
"I have ample evidence! Someone, a crew member from Gear City escaped from the Rebel Army's ranks and accused Ethan of being the murderer of Duke Ash's subordinates, and he is likely the one who killed Baron Fulin's family!"
Ilya steadied herself against the door with one hand, her attitude firm, "Isn't this a duty of the Imperial Army?"
If these accusations are proven true, Ethan would undoubtedly become the most fearsome criminal since the founding of the Silver Radiance Empire. Looking back at those who inscribed their names in the annals of history, none have dared, like Ethan, not to flee after committing their crimes, but rather swagger into a Duke's mansion.
Despite his reluctance, considering that Ilya's words somewhat had a minute possibility, Cedric Thorn had to put on his sword and walked out of his home.
What if?
Just like last night, Imperial Capital People couldn't have dreamt that someone dared to assault Fabius' young master in a restaurant and even break one of his legs.
Perhaps the Simpler Clan, after running rampant in the Empire for so many years, had finally met their family's luck at its lowest point.
After Cedric joined the team, Ilya's mood settled considerably.
Although she didn't like Cedric's attitude, his strength as the Imperial Army Commander was undeniable, and if she had to choose someone to fight Ethan, it must be Cedric.
To ensure absolute certainty, Ilya also knocked on the Great Sage Sera's door along the way.
Sera was also sleepy-eyed, her hair and clothes messy, and some indecent aura faintly emanated from the other side of the door.
The outwardly holy Great Sage actually had quite a few surprising hobbies in private—a fact they smiled knowingly about. Ilya guessed Sera likely had her eye on a little boy from the Assistance Society and brought him home for "after-school tutoring."
Once Ilya emphasized the seriousness of the situation, Sera, like Cedric, reluctantly donned the Great Sage's robe and picked up the magic staff that had been set aside since the defeat of the Demon King.
Traveling with the hero had earned her enough prestige, allowing her to become the "Saint" in many people's hearts. Her words represented justice, the children of the Assistance Society adored her, believing every word she said, and she enjoyed herself to the point of nearly forgetting day and night.
As for the other Hero Squad members, they returned home triumphantly like Haitia.
The red moon in the abnormal night sky was nowhere to be seen, and when Ilya arrived at Duke Ash's mansion with anxious heart, her heart nearly leapt into her throat. Even on the eve of facing the Demon King, she had never been as nervous as she was now.
After all, the Demon King was the Empire's constructed embodiment of hatred, essentially a product of black magic and summoning magic. It came from an ancient magic book, authored by an individual with a misleading name, the Silver Emperor.
In fact, that person was not a king; there was never a dynasty he ruled in history.
No one knows the exact identity of the Silver Empire. Historians speculate he might have been a court mage who gave himself such an arrogant name, with the only commendable trait being his research and development of "ancient magic." He found these lost pieces of knowledge from somewhere unknown.
After understanding the essence of the Demon King, dealing with it is actually not difficult. It never exceeded the control of the Empire. Instead, it always served as a useful tool, diverting attention for the Empire, taking the blame, becoming a figure hated and feared by people.
Yet until now, Ilya was still unsure what Ethan really was.
"Prepare for battle."
