Miss Demon King, Please Endure a Little Longer - Volume 3 Chapter 29
Chapter 29: Cavalry Squad
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“I can’t remember clearly either.” Aira said in a small voice, speaking softly, “Because it wasn’t anything important.”
“Not important?”
“Of course it’s not important, otherwise how could I not remember clearly… Oh right, I remember you. The first night you came to find me was the third night after the royal capital incident.”
She originally wanted to say which day he first gave her flowers, but she really couldn’t remember, so she quickly changed the topic to something more memorable.
“I see.” Zero’s gentle voice drifted over, “That’s nice.”
Nice in what way, I’d like to know.
Aira gripped the Dragon Eagle’s reins, absentmindedly observing the situation below while her thoughts had already drifted back to half a year ago.
Back then, she had just transformed into a big-breasted beautiful girl and still harbored some resentment, but being a pragmatist who didn’t sweat the small stuff, she quickly formulated a brand new revenge plan to bring these gifted girls under her control.
The current scene — bringing humanity’s most skilled professional assassin to search for political enemies and carry out political assassination.
Wasn’t this exactly the scenario she had dreamed of half a year ago?
The only problem was that in her original plan, she relied on her personal charm. Now, although she had succeeded, it probably wasn’t due to personal charm.
What kind of charm it was, she couldn’t say.
“Aira, look over there.” Zero pointed toward a patch of low shrubs, “The tents over there are bigger than the others. Maybe that’s where their leader is.”
“Is that so.”
Aira tried hard to maneuver, steering the Dragon Eagle in several circles, and found that the tents under the tree shade were indeed larger, and the density of Blood Demon race soldiers was also higher.
Such careful observation, truly worthy of a professional assassin.
However, discovering it was one thing, this was still the central military camp after all. There were too many people, and lowering the altitude even slightly would result in being shot by countless arrows.
She found an unoccupied area on the outskirts to land, hid the Dragon Eagle well, and quietly approached with Zero.
……
The flyer distribution was completed very smoothly. It was indeed a simple and easy job, and the group walked back in the opposite direction.
“This effect is better than nothing, basically equivalent to doing nothing at all.” Lia evaluated this operation, “If it were the Church of Light, like when Aira and I were in Harbor City, we would first design propaganda slogans adapted to local conditions, then stir up opposition to make humans and merfolk fight each other, and take the opportunity to treat those injured in the fighting with blessings. The effect would immediately show.”
We’re the professionals here. The elven race really can’t do it.
Vina sighed: “Miss Lia, you keep talking about Aira with every breath. Those who don’t know might think you have something going on with her.”
“I… what do you mean ‘something going on with her’? We were legitimately spreading the faith in Harbor City!”
“Alright, let’s not talk about this now. We’re almost there.” Celeste stopped her two companions’ strange argument, “If there’s anything to discuss, we’ll talk about it when we get back.”
She thought to herself that Vina was really something, clearly nothing was going on, so why did she keep bringing it up, making it seem like she was hinting at something.
Aira had already said there was nothing like that, so she definitely believed her.
Trinia saw everyone returning and asked about how things went. Finally, she nodded: “Well done. Your mission is complete. Go back and rest.”
Trika stepped forward and said: “Elder, we’re not tired and don’t need to rest. We can still do more…”
“Go. Back. And. Rest.” Trinia said each word deliberately.
Her stern gaze swept around the group, and the young elves fell silent like quails, not daring to make a sound.
“If you have any problems, find Isadora. She requested this.”
After dropping this line, Trinia stopped paying attention to them, turned around, and returned to her tree house, leaving behind a group of young people who dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak.
“Let’s go.” Celeste said, “I have to watch you all go back.”
After leaving Trinia’s tree house and walking for a while, Trika finally dared to speak up: “We had good intentions wanting to help. It’s all for the clan. How can the elder be like this?”
She wanted to find other elders to judge the situation fairly, but along the way, not to mention Elder Isadora, she didn’t even see Elder Laiteni.
“Strange, where did they go?”
Unable to find anyone, she had no choice but to obediently return.
However, at this time, Isadora and Laiteni were together, standing beside a large tree behind the tree house.
“We have discovered the location of the demon army’s leader and have selected a squad of fearless warriors.”
The female elf elder said this.
Behind the tree house, there were only the two of them. The wind blew through the leaves of the large tree, rustling loudly.
Laiteni didn’t speak because he didn’t quite understand why she had made this decision.
A decapitation strike? If it were in the usual Great Forest, that would be one thing, but that was a fallen territory where the demon army had set up camp.
Called fearless warriors but actually a suicide squad, and one that would most likely fail to complete the mission entirely.
“Elder Laiteni, you are a senior I respect and the eldest in the council of elders.” Isadora’s face showed no expression, her voice neither joyful nor sorrowful, “Your time should be running short, shouldn’t it?”
Among the elven race, “time running short” was generally used for people with less than 10 years left to live.
Being told such rude words, Laiteni’s expression became calmer instead: “Yes, among the adults who knew about those matters back then, only I remain. As for the squad you selected, are they descendants of those people?”
The descendants might have heard certain stories from the adults in their families, making them potential people in the know. And now, these people had all been gathered together to form a squad executing a suicidal mission.
“The fearless warriors need a leader.” Isadora didn’t deny it, only said to him, “Please return to the forest with honor, return to the earth.”
“To keep me silent?”
“No, I trust you, but she’s about to awaken. We all know she will come looking for you. I can’t bear to see you suffer endless torture then.”
In the elven territory, there was only one dangerous person about to awaken, the little girl who tried to summon an Evil God 1,200 years ago, Sissa.
Hearing this, Laiteni showed some relief on his face.
“I’m only worried about one thing. When I’m gone, you’ll face her alone.”
“It’s alright,” Isadora thought of that human girl with big breasts, “Our reinforcement, Miss Aira, has successfully prevented Iselis’s descent before.”
Pink hair and big breasts, the features were very distinctive, and Laiteni remembered her too.
“To think such a thing happened. Truly surprising… In that case, let’s do as you say. Let these old bones fight one last battle for the elven race.”
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To protect her Dragon Eagle, Aira had landed quite far away, but it didn’t matter because this was the Great Forest after all, and the entire route was filled with various kinds of trees.
Large trees blocked out the sky, small trees stretched endlessly, laying out a perfect stealth path on the ground.
“We’ll just walk like this, keep the pace steady, no rush. We’ll definitely find him before dark.” Aira said as she walked, “Even if it gets dark, it doesn’t matter. The forest has plenty of lighting options.”
But just then, Zero suddenly reached out to stop her: “Wait, something’s happening.”
What’s happening?
No need to ask, because a few seconds later, Aira heard it too. Urgent footsteps, or rather hoofbeats, coming from the direction she had come.
Whistle Deer!
Parting the bushes to look outside, the sound of deer hooves grew closer and louder. Soon, a murderous squad came into view.
Elves in their prime, brave and skilled in battle, charging toward the demon army camp on Whistle Deer. Not many in number, only a few dozen, but their momentum was unstoppable.
But why was there an old man among them?