The mercenary city of Belle Fain is governed smoothly by two wheels. One of them is Vestaline Gorn, the Steel Princess. It is no exaggeration to say that her reign of terror maintains the security of the city.

　And then there's the other wheel: her father, Mordo-Gorn.

　He is the current lord of Belle Fain, and is a great man who has made Belle Fain into a huge city with many mercenaries.

　In spite of his achievements, Mordor's appearance is very dull.

　He has a small fat body that has begun to put on flesh in a sloppy manner, and his thick-lipped face is not very neat. His frame is small, and his arms, which he used to train when he was a mercenary, now look like the arms of a bloated merchant.

　Based on his appearance alone, it was unlikely that he would make a good impression on Mordor. In fact, he looks as if he might end up being a servant for the rest of his life.

　However, his eyes are different.

　His eyes are the only thing that stands out from his dull face. Mordor, relying only on the desire and ambition in his eyes, has won the position of Lord of Belle Fain, or more precisely, Governor.

　Originally, he was not of noble birth, nor was he of poor birth. He was a middle class man. This also shakes Mordor's way of life.

　He did not have the status of a nobleman to hold a public office and run a government. However, his delicate family status as a member of the middle class interfered with his ability to live by begging like a poor person.

　At first, he wanted to become a shoemaker and joined a guild, but he quit when he heard that he needed to have a good status to become a craftsman who could handle luxury goods.

　Even as a young man, Mordor had great ambition in his eyes. The one who takes, and the one who is taken. This ambition was born from the fact that he had spent his childhood staring coldly at both sides of the fence.

　In other words, his honest desire to be on the side of the taker.

　The nobleman has no such ambition, for he is born a taker. The same is true for the poor, for they are born knowing only to be taken.

　This ambition and desire stirred in his heart, and what he finally found was a career as a mercenary.

　The term "mercenary" still sounds good, but most of them are no different from brigands or marauders. Rather, a mercenary earns his living by adding up the reward from his employer and the loot from his raids on villages.

　When Mordor became a mercenary at a young age, it was a time of continuous war. It was a time when the second and third sons in the farming village were losing their livelihoods and had no choice but to replace the hoe with a sword in order to survive. It was easy for him to become a mercenary, even though he did not have much experience in fighting.

　When he became a mercenary, he remembers many people underestimating him because of his dull appearance, ridiculing him, and making bets on when he would run away. On one of the first occasions they were on the battlefield, they took advantage of the looting and smashed his head open. Made it look like a death in battle.

　He hadn't thought of it, but mercenary work was Mordor's calling.

　I want to be the one to take it. Infused with a desire that could be described as both conviction and obsession, he was braver than anyone else on the battlefield. He took the front lines before anyone else and started looting before anyone else.

　Looking back, those days may have been Mordor's most glorious. Through his mercenary work, he had a man he could call his best friend and a woman he fell in love with. There must have been a fresh spring breeze blowing in his heart at that time.

　But it was Mordor's desire that destroyed it.

　His best friend and the woman he loved had died because of his desires. Does he regret it or not? Mordor still doesn't know.

　Through a series of betrayals and plundering, Mordor made his mark as a mercenary, and before he knew it, he had become the head of the mercenaries, and thus had earned his position, and even taken the position of lord of a city.

　Of course, he had his share of luck along the way. But it was Mordor's undeniable ambition that got him there.

　But even so, the desire in his eyes has not ceased. It's more like he threw some firewood into the fire.

A man who is very similar to the great sinner ...... Lugis, huh?

　In the guest room of the lord's mansion, Mordor threw his voice to his subordinate. It's not the right place to receive a report, but it's urgent, so I'm listening.

"Yes, sir. He was dressed differently, but his face and physique were almost the same.

　The man who answered the question is one in whom Mordor has great confidence. He may be a little too straightforward, but there is no better man to be in charge of the field. So much so that he's asked him to watch over his daughter, Vestaline.

　And now he says it's urgent. This is not random information. It's information with a certain degree of certainty. Mordor's thick fingers brush his lips.

　Thoughts swirl in Mordor's mind. I'm not sure if the general of the heraldry religion would easily infiltrate Belle Fain now.

　I'm sure that the great sinner Lugis is involved in the core of the organization called the Monstrance cult. He must be well aware of the letter addressed to Garou Amalia from Belle Fain this time. If that is the case, then this land is not a place that can be easily entered. It's like stepping into a dead zone.

　But Mordor knew from his experience as a mercenary that there were rare people who did not fit into such ordinary thinking. There are people in the world who, even though they are generals in the army, are eccentric enough to go out on horseback to inspect enemy territory. And for some reason, such people do not die easily.

Keep a close watch on them until you determine their authenticity. If it is a fake, it could be a touchstone released by heraldry. No need to be hasty.

　In the event that you're not sure what you're looking for, it's possible that you'll be able to find a great deal of information on the web. At the very least, that possibility is much more likely than the general himself coming in.

　If that is the case, it is not advisable to touch him carelessly. It would lead to a complete rivalry with the heraldry, and if we played our cards right, all the heraldry forces would flood into Belle Fain.

　For Mordor, the heraldic forces were a winnable opponent, but not one he wanted to deal with at Belle Fane alone. It would be too much bloodshed. If at all possible, he should bleed himself little, but take the most he could get.



　Therefore, if we are to be completely hostile, it will be after we have broken either the witch or the arch-sinner, or both of the two horns of the heraldry. Until then, we can duck and dodge, looking for an opportunity to get our teeth into them.

　Mordor is old, and has lost the vigor that once made him the first to cross the front lines, but he has gained prudence and cunning in its stead. He feels that this is not inferior to momentum. Rather, there comes a time when momentum fades with age. If that's the only thing you have going for you, you will be overtaken by the young. When you grow old, you must learn to fight accordingly.

And check again to see if anyone has actually seen Lugis. If there is, take him with you.

"Then I'll come with you.

　The sound of the voice gently caressing his ear caused not only his men but even Mordor to shake his elbows in agitation. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand.

　He has silky, unblemished skin and a head of golden hair that never ceases to shine. His eyes are the same color as his hair, which attracts people to him. Her appearance is not inferior to the holy robe she wears. It is said that she is a candidate for sainthood, but the atmosphere she gives off is that of a saint.

　The owner of the voice is the diva saint, Alueno.

　You'll be able to find a lot of people who are willing to help you out. You can't be sure where the heraldry people are listening and watching you. If we make a bad move, the whole plan could be ruined.

　But with the divine revelation as a shield, and with the request of the saint candidate, even Mordor has no way to refuse.

　Therefore, Alueno was currently being welcomed into the lord's mansion as a private guest, not a public one.

　Alueno's compassionate voice touches Mordor's ear again.

"I'll go. I'm afraid I don't know the identity of the witch, but my eyes know the appearance of Lugis, the great sinner.

　Her words sounded like she was enjoying herself, like she was going to see a comedy.