The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations

Ghislain had his suspicions for several reasons.

The Salvation Order had been secretly operating across the continent for a long time, causing chaos and weaving plots. Of course, they couldn't pull the entire kingdom to their side like in the past—today’s humanity saw them as a clear enemy. However, [N O V E L I G H T] stirring up chaos and manipulating events was something they could still do, all while hiding their true identity.

In fact, Ghislain had suspected that the black mage Basilude, who appeared in the Nodehill territory, might be connected to the Salvation Order’s priests. That's why he had asked the prime minister if there was anyone pushing him from behind.

The prime minister stared at Ghislain for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“What’s your angle? Are you trying to implicate someone else?”

“I’m not trying to implicate anyone. I’m just wondering if there's someone pulling the strings behind all this.”

“A direct question. I am the prime minister of this kingdom. Who would dare stand behind me?”

“So, are you saying that everything that has happened was your plan?”

“Indeed, it was my plan, and the chamberlain was the next to join. Gradually, I added more allies to my side. You already know everything, don’t you? What more do you want to confirm?”

The prime minister's gaze was piercing. Now that everything had been uncovered, he seemed to have no reason to hold back.

Ghislain asked again.

“Was it really all your idea?”

“Who else’s idea could it have been? If the plan succeeded, I would have seized the greatest power. Who else could be behind me?”

“…….”

“If it weren’t for you, it would have succeeded. Just a little longer, and we would have won. But now you’re asking about the mastermind? Are you mocking me?”

The prime minister sneered. His reaction seemed natural.

Ghislain briefly looked at the prime minister before turning away. The prime minister’s words seemed genuine.

As Ghislain was about to leave, the prime minister spoke.

“Even in death, I won’t forget you. I’ll wait and see how long your lowly mercenaries can run amok.”

“Go ahead.”

Ghislain had heard such curses countless times before. No matter how many times he heard it, it didn't affect him.

As Ghislain was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. After tilting his head a few times, he muttered softly.

“Something’s still off.”

His instincts were warning him. It was nagging at him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling.

Ghislain turned around and rushed back toward the prime minister’s cell.

Crash!