Chapter 570: The Holy See (2)
According to Vermouth’s predictions, the deadline he had given Eugene would arrive within a year.
Eugene naturally had no intention of leaving things right until the end of that year. There was no definite time set for the deadline, as Vermouth’s prediction was solely based on how long he felt he would be able to endure. But, to put it simply, the Demon King of Destruction was expected to escape Vermouth’s suppression and wake up on its own within the year.
What would happen then? Would the Nur proliferate on a large scale like they had during the Age of Myth? Or would the Demon King of Destruction manifest directly and wipe away the world, just like he had during the last days of the previous era?
Eugene hoped that it would be the former. If the Demon King of Destruction manifested directly, there would be far too little time left for them to do anything to avert it. In the case of the former outcome, it might not be much, but it would at least buy them a little more time.
However, before all that, they still needed to climb up Babel in order to defeat the Demon King of Incarceration. If they wanted to reach their final goal of saving Vermouth and slaying the Demon King of Destruction, they first had to overcome the challenge of the Demon King of Incarceration.
Yet even with all that in mind, it was still impossible for them to simply rush to attack the Demon King of Incarceration. But the problem with waiting to make a plan was that Eugene had been in a coma for the past three months.
“A declaration of war...,” Eugene groaned as he held his throbbing head.
He had already heard the news from Anise.
A month ago, the Demon King of Incarceration had announced the start of the war.
If this were in the past, it would have been Gavid Lindman who had made the announcement in his role as the Archduke of Helmuth instead of the Demon King of Incarceration himself, but Gavid Lindman had already died at Eugene’s hand.
That said, the Demon King of Incarceration still hadn’t appeared in person to make this announcement. Instead, the one who stepped forward to do so was the former Tower Master of the Black Tower of Magic, Balzac Ludbeth.
Amelia Merwin had already fallen into a state beyond any possibility of recovery, so of the Three Mages of Incarceration, Balzac was the only one left who was currently still alive and well. So when Balzac Ludbeth reappeared, it made sense that it would be as the emissary of the Demon King of Incarceration.
A month ago, all of the screens installed within Helmuth suddenly turned on by themselves and began broadcasting Balzac’s figure.
Balzac had informed the city’s residents that the Oath from three hundred years ago had finally expired. Soon, elite warriors from every nation on the continent would be invading Helmuth. As such, all of the demonfolk who wished to partake in this war would need to gather at Babel.
Helmuth had no intention of avoiding this war. Having betrayed the Demon King’s mercy, the ungrateful humans would soon be making their way to Pandemonium to challenge the climb up through Babel.
There, they would meet their deaths in Babel.
That was a basic summary of what Balzac had announced in his role as the emissary of the Demon King of Incarceration. The very first thing that was arranged after this declaration had been given was the mass evacuation of all non-demonfolk immigrants who had been living in Pandemonium.
‘Even though I thought that they would keep the humans as hostages,’ Eugene thought to himself in surprise.
Though on second thought, it didn’t seem all that unexpected, as the Demon King Of Incarceration wasn’t the type to use Helmuth’s immigrants as hostages.
Shortly after this extreme evacuation policy had been implemented, Pandemonium, as befitting of its name, had descended into a frenzy of war-lust. This was all thanks to the fact that the city was now solely occupied by savage demonfolk with cravings for war.
Then, a week before today, Pandemonium had begun to move towards the frontlines of Helmuth.
“After Helmuth declared a state of war, all nations across the continent immediately began entering their own war preparations,” Anise reported. “Each country began mustering its elite forces and mercenaries, then deployed them onto their border with Yuras, as this is the closest nation to Pandemonium. All of your Holy Knights also began gathering here, quickly arriving at the Holy See—”
“Hold on, just hold on for a second,” Eugene suddenly raised his hands to stop Anise from continuing to speak. He had been trying to listen patiently until the end of Anise’s explanation, but he couldn’t help but interrupt her, “There’s something that I don’t quite understand. Did you say that Pandemonium has moved towards the frontlines of Helmuth...? And that’s why the other nations have deployed their troops on Yuras’ borders?”
“That’s right,” Anise said as she nodded in confirmation.
“No... just what on earth does that even mean? How on earth... does a city like Pandemonium even move?” Eugene asked in confusion.
He just couldn’t understand what Anise meant by those words. The city of Pandemonium stood at the very heart of Helmuth.
In the first place, three hundred years ago, the Empire of Helmuth had been founded with Babel at its center and had then proceeded to spread outwards across the Red Plains that surrounded the castle. The current Pandemonium might be seen as such a highly developed city that no other capital city of any other nation could even compare to it, but three hundred years ago, all there was where the city now stood were the blood-red plains that the desperate armies of mankind had been forced to march across while risking death with every step they took.
“I meant it in a literal way,” Anise stated with a serious look on her face.
Anise knew that Eugene’s confusion at this news was something that couldn’t be helped. Even Anise herself, who was currently giving him this report, had had no choice but to react in a similar fashion a week ago after personally witnessing the sight of Pandemonium in motion.
“Rather than trying to explain it through words, it would be quicker for you to see it for yourself,” Anise said with a sigh as she walked over to the window.
When Eugene, who had been unconscious for nearly a hundred days, had first woken up, any overly bright sources of light would have been enough to damage his eyes. That was why Eugene’s room had been dimly lit with only faint sources of light for illumination.
However, it wasn’t like the room he was in was devoid of windows. Anise pulled back the thick curtains and, seeming to decide that alone wasn’t enough, she also pulled aside the screens that usually covered the windows.
“Aargh, the light is burning my eyes,” Eugene complained.
“If you lose your sight, then allow me to serve as your eyes,” Anise offered generously.
“No, you can just heal them, remember,” Eugene reminded her bluntly.
“To think that that would be your reaction to such romantic whispers,” Anise grumbled as she threw open the glass windows themselves.
The bright sunlight instantly illuminated the entire room.
Eugene’s eyes were stinging and sore from the light, but after blinking a few times, he soon got used to it. Looking at the angle of the sun, he realized that it was already noon.
Just as this thought went through his head, Eugene spotted something in the distance, “What is that?”
Eugene’s voice couldn’t help but tremble slightly. He walked over to the window on unsteady legs. Then he held onto the window frame with his hands as he stuck his head further out the window for a better look.
“Do you understand what I meant now?” Anise asked sympathetically.
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