The Revenge of the Soul Eater

Lars and Ilaria have gone their separate ways. Hmm....

Night.

I'm alone in my room, unusually, reading the letter that was delivered to me the other day.

The sender's name is Alexandra.

I received the letter without much suspicion, even though I don't know anyone by that name. I knew it was another name for Miroslav.

It was one of the secrets I had learned from Miroslav in the Lord of the Flies' nest.

Before Miroslav was born, his mother had intended to name him Miroslav if he was a boy and Alexandra if he was a girl.

However, the father, the chairman of the Southall Chamber of Commerce, disciplined the mother. He said that it was unlucky for him to think of a girl's name.

He had spent the night with many women, but he had no idea what to do about it, as the baby was born of a girl. He was unable to give birth to a baby boy at all.

Therefore, the father had hoped that this time he would be able to give birth to a baby boy.

However, the baby was born again, this time a girl. When the father found out, he accused the mother loudly and, as if to harass her, he decided to name the child after a man.

This might be another reason why Miroslav had become a man-hater.

........well, this is not a matter of importance.

And I'm not interested in the parent-child relationship of the Sauzaar Chamber of Commerce.

What I'm interested in is the reason why Miroslav has been in contact with me at this time.

It's true that I told him to use Alexandra's name when contacting her, but that's only in an emergency. I told him not to make contact with us as much as possible so that people around him would not be suspicious.

That Miroslav has come to inform you of the separate activities of the "Falcon's Sword" this time--

The time is ripe, is it?

I blurted out.

The reason it's questionable is because I haven't given you detailed instructions on the procedure for dropping Ilaria.

In the case of the Lunamaria, I planned it out in detail. I also instructed them to take advantage of it and tear the two of them apart because I could have expected Lars and Ilaria to get into a rift after taking away the Lunamaria.

But that's as far as I was referring to.

How do we actually get Ilaria into our side by breaking the ice between the two of them? I'm leaving the procedure to Miroslav.

Now that Miroslav has come into contact with them, the gap between Lars and Ilaria must have widened, or is widening.

Take advantage of it," Miroslav said.

'Well, let's see what we can do.

As for me, I've been wanting someone other than Lunamaria to eat my soul by now.

To tell the truth, I'm slightly impatient with the fact that my level didn't increase even after defeating the Snake King (Basilisk).

What flickered in my mind was the word "talent limit".

I don't want my level to go to my head at this level.

In that sense, the opportunity to obtain Ilia at this point in time was something he could not have hoped for.

........I just don't feel that the timing was a little too good.

Is it okay to take the information from Miroslav for granted?

It's not that there's anything particularly questionable about Miroslav.

On the contrary, Miroslav so far has met my expectations almost perfectly.

This is the poison of burial that breaks down the Sword of the Falcon from within.

If it wasn't for Miroslav, he wouldn't have been able to enslave Lunamaria so easily - well, Lunamaria herself saw through it, but it's definitely Miroslav's fault that he was able to successfully ride Lars around the existence of the seal.

Again, Miroslav is doing well.

As I read through the letter, I could easily understand the conversations that "Falcon Swords" had had and how each person's mind worked.

It would be easy for me now to sell my debt to Ilaria. Or better yet, I could kidnap Iria, who acts alone, and take her to the den, as I did with Miroslav.

Then Ilaria would fall into my hands, and Miroslav would have a monopoly on Lars.

It's a match made in heaven for both Miroslav and me, and considering that Miroslav is working hard for that, there's no room for doubt.

I'm not sure if it's because of the fact that Miroslav is too obedient.

I can't feel the attachment to Lars from the text of the letter, if anything.

When I release Miroslav, I guarantee that I won't tolerate The Falcon's Sword after taking away Lunamaria and Ilaria. It was a bait to get Miroslav to do what he wanted, but it was also a sincere offer.

He ate Miroslav's soul to the point that he was tired of it, and with it, he was able to gain valuable information about the soul-eaters. The grudge that nearly killed him has also been paid off in a month. If I've made it this far, I can say that retribution is enough.

As for Lars, I don't hate him enough to want to kill him either. He's already eaten his party members, Miroslav and Lunamaria, and now he's going to eat Ilaria as well. It's more than enough to return the favor. The fact that Lars himself doesn't even notice it is a nice spice to the show.

It didn't matter what happened to Lars and Miroslav in the future. They could do whatever they wanted with their marriage or whatever else they wanted.

It's just that I didn't actually say it that clearly. All I said was one word: "I'm not going to tolerate it.

For Miroslav, I'm sure he's acting in accordance with my intentions, but he's not going to leave me worried. Are they really not going to mess with me anymore? I wondered if he was going to tell Lars about what happened in that den.

So I expected that he would remind me of that in this letter, his first contact with me after releasing me from the den.

However, that is not the case at all.

The rest of the letter, with the exception of the report section, was filled with pathetically insinuating phrases. It makes me wonder if this is really the handwriting of that Miroslav Sauzaar.

It's not a very good idea to kidnap him, imprison him, force him to obey you, and then suspect him when he finally obeys you, but after all, he's been abused and ridiculed for years, and to top it all off, he almost took my life.

It's uncanny how submissive they've become.

Well, it may simply be that she can't get rid of her fear of me, who accused her of thinking that she didn't mind killing me.

''........Hmm, well, that's fine. If it's serious, it's seriously expedient, and if it's a trap, we'll just eat it up with a trap.

I put a lid on my doubts about Miroslav and focus on Ilaria for a moment.

The two options are the two I just mentioned. Either I could take the antidote and ingratiate myself with him, or I could force him away.

However, if you think about it calmly, the latter was an unreasonable plan.

Unlike the time of Miroslav, I'm getting attention from people now. Also, I was expected to do a lot of work as a dragon knight in the field.

It's also my role to scout out and burn the rotten sea, and it's also my role to fetch the fruit of Jiraiyaokus, the raw material for the antidote.

I can't say that I don't want to do any of these things because I know I'm the most qualified to use the wyvern.

According to the slaver Fyodor, a group of dragon knights will be sent from the capital in the near future, which should ease the burden, but it's not clear when they will arrive. Until the Order of the Dragon Knights arrives, I'll have to do my best.

Besides, leaving the protected sparrows behind and leaving Ishqa at home is an irresponsible gesture.

There was no way they could afford to keep Ilaria in captivity.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what to expect when you're in a position to do something about it. So we have no choice but to sell our favors. Tomorrow, we're going to pick up Jiriah Ookus fruit first thing in the morning and head straight to Lars and his friends' village. All that talk of antidotes and potions is just diluting the berries. It would be more gratifying to bring the fruit directly to them.

A small yawn escaped my mouth as soon as I finished gathering my thoughts. I had gone back and forth between Ishqa and Titis many times today. He was tired, as expected.

By now, Klau Solas must be sleeping soundly in the stables.

As he lay in his bunk, staring up at the ceiling in a daze, sleepiness immediately set in.

I close my eyes without defying it.

........Just before I was about to fall asleep, I thought I heard a snarling howl in the distance.