The world doesn't need succubus to save

"To witness it with your own eyes?"

Boom!
"What am I going to witness with my own eyes!?"

Boom! !

Kicking his own iron wardrobe hard, Eberron could no longer see the heroic spirit and bravery he had faced before the Duke of Coldthorn.

Boom! ! !
click.

At the same time that the heel of the shoe was overwhelmed and shattered, a piece of the safe also slammed into it, and it was almost smashed directly.

Eberron is not a melee awakener.

Although she has a fourth-level strength and corresponding physical fitness, she is still extremely vulnerable compared to the melee-type awakened of the same level in the knowledge pedigree.

Even in the spellcasting department, she is a relatively vulnerable class.

Because she is a record officer.

It's not just that she is the clerk of Grand Duke Coldthorn, but that she is the [Recorder] of the genealogy of knowledge.

Most of her abilities are based on records and calculations, and she is not good at physical attacks.

To be able to wreak such havoc on the closet was a manifestation of her extreme rage.

"Fake ghoul! Perverted necrophilia! You hypocritical lunatic!"

"Even if you do that! Do you think I will change my opinion of you!?"

Taking off the boot on his right foot, Eberron slammed the boot on the wardrobe, making another loud noise.

Bang!
"Will they come back alive!?"

Eberron was venting.

Not only the anger in her mouth, but also the fear in her heart.

Every time she faced the Grand Duke Coldthorn from the trial office, she always had fear in her heart.

Eberron was afraid to face him, but his duties as clerk forced him to be in constant contact.

And he came to the conclusion that Grand Duke Hanthorn was a complete lunatic who would do anything for the sake of victory.

Unlike Grand Duke Coldthorn, who has been hiding and not showing his face, she pushes those fighters into the meat grinder with her own hands every time, and faces the additional fighters who come.

What Coldthorn said was wrong, Eberron was already witnessing it.

Witness the death of the previous wave and the arrival of the new wave.

She couldn't bear such a huge mental pressure.

Therefore, Eberron chose to explode, rebelling against the cold thorn that represents power.

But in the end, he got such an unknown result.

"To witness?"

After venting everything, Eberron fell weakly on the spring bed and lay down.

She shaded her eyes with her arms, her lips quivered for a while, and finally whispered in pain:

"Isn't what I saw enough!?"

Do you really want me to witness those cruel deaths with my own eyes?
dong dong.

Just when the tears were about to fall, there was a knock on the door just right, and a calm and serious voice:
"Secretary Eberron, I have something to report to you."

Rafaya?
Turning over and sitting up on the bed, Eberron was about to open the door but found that he was only wearing one boot, so he simply threw off the boot on his left foot and walked over to open the door barefoot.

"Come in and speak directly."

Walking back to the bed barefoot, Eberron sat directly on the edge of the bed, looking for new boots while preparing to listen to his subordinate's report. …

Before she could find it, she saw a pair of brand new boots being handed to her.

"……thanks."

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure to help you."

Saluting meticulously, the girl wearing thick round glasses shook her head, and then began to report calmly:
"According to your instructions, the supplementary application for a new batch of fighters has been submitted, and it is expected to arrive after noon at the earliest, and before tomorrow morning at the latest."

Are you coming again?
Poor victims.

Putting on the boots, Eberron thought darkly.

"Also, honorable Secretary Eberron, I have one more thing to report to you.

"Ok?"

Hearing such a formal address, Eberron immediately became alert.

has a problem?
"Before that group arrived, a special team had already arrived."

"Ok?"

The special team, presumably it was the team that Grand Duke Hanthorn mentioned that he wanted to follow?
"Where is the special?"

"This team did not set up a special team name, but two of them wore masks to conceal their identities."

mask?

Oh.

It's nothing more than a group of executioners personally selected by Grand Duke Hanthorn from the trial office.

He still hasn't given up?
But do you want to change from crowd tactics to elite tactics?

Lafaya pushed his glasses, turned a page, and read carefully:
"A team of four with Andrew, the clerk of the former Knights of Ferra, as the captain, and Anthony, the heir of the Eli family, as the vice-captain."

After putting on the boots, Eberron suddenly raised his head and looked at his adjutant:

"Andrew? The one from Knight Fela? No... You said the former clerk? What is that guy thinking?"

And...how come there is still Anthony's matter! ?

What is that walking **** going to do?

Wait!
According to Grand Duke Hanthorn, he wants to go to the bloody battle zone with such a team?

Hehe...hahaha.

Eberron suddenly understood that Hanthorn didn't want to witness anything by himself, but just wanted to die there.

Rafaya went on to say:

"In addition, the fifth large-scale battle was recorded today..."

"The fifth time!? Isn't today's battle over? When did it happen?"

The whole person bounced off the bed, and Eberron was about to rush to the command hall, but was pushed back directly by the petite Lafaya.

"Please don't panic, the fifth battle is over, and there is no point in going there now."

ended?
So fast?
No resistance at all?Is everyone dead?
"How about the casualties? How many people did we send to respond? How many soldiers died?"

After four battles, the remaining people are all covered in scars and need time to rest...

"Rafaya! Tell me! Wait! What do you want—"

The expressionless girl wearing glasses raised her hand and flicked the flustered Eberron on the forehead with her fingers.

Snapped! ! !
hum-

Eberron stopped panicking on the spot, his mind went blank, accompanied by the sound of tinnitus. …

Shaking her head vigorously, she heard Lafaya report in the same tone:
"In response to the fifth battle today, we sent four people to fight, and the number of casualties was zero."

As her mind gradually became clearer, Eberron grasped the words that most concerned her.

Zero casualties, and...

"...four people?"

"Yes, it was Andrew's team that reported the existence of the Fifth Battle and provided the location. The collection department has gone to verify and mine it."

His head was still a little dazed, and Eberron was about to give up thinking, so he nodded reluctantly.

"So... ah."

"And, the new wardrobe and boots have been applied for you, please sign here."

After taking the pen and the application form, Eberron was silent for a while and said:

"……thanks."

Stretching her breasts that could not be seen rising and falling at all, the expressionless petite girl slightly raised her head and said:
"Please don't be polite, this is what my adjutant should do."

……

……

After sending away his adjutant who liked physical supernatural powers, Eberron waited for half a minute before stepping out of the room.

Without hesitation, Eberron headed straight for the room where the team he was about to follow was located.

She wants to come up with an answer.

"You guys, who are you holy?"

Is it you who I want to witness?