âAs for that entity. I donât know much about them. I only know that the Beast Bloodâs head refers to them as the Ancients.â
Renar expressed his willingness to cooperate with Marlaâs judgement on them. First, he didnât have a choice but to oblige. And second, he felt that the cultistsâ organization and the kingdom were two sides of the same coin. One side of which was shiny while the other looked rusty.
Marla narrowed down her eyes after she heard Renar talk about the Ancients. It seemed that she had connected a few dots in her head.
But nobody in her team was willing to ask her. They knew there were a few things that the D-Ranker couldnât share with them. It was out of the syllabus for the current ranking scale they were at.
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The kingdom wanted to control people to bring stability. The cultists wanted to destroy that stability in the name of freedom. And ironically, they controlled the rouge rankers joining their fold to get that freedom.
In the end, the ordinary rankers couldnât escape the leash no matter which organization they belonged to.
Why should Renar or these kids stretch their necks out for the organization that used them as pawns? Their capture by Marlaâs team was a blessing in disguise for them.
Only Renar had signed a binding contract with the Beast Bloods. So the kids had nothing to worry about. Had they quit upfront after joining Beast Bloods, they would be hunted down one day for betrayal. The cultistsâ organizations had their honour to maintain after all.
But now that they have been caught and punished for it, the organization wonât involve more resources to take care of them. It would just be a complete waste as all of them were only serving as pawns.
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Four days after the battle between Erenâs team and the cultists.
A one and a half-day journey to the city of Silvermoon was stretched to three days because Erenâs team had new members joining them in the middle. Erenâs team had to catch wild colts in the forest to accommodate the captured cultistâs travel.
And since the newly caught wild colts werenât meant for long travels, the travellers needed to take intermittent breaks. The cultists were still tied in runic chains, unable to cast spells or exert their mana outside. But they could move and perform daily activities in a controlled manner.
Marla didnât let her guard down just because she was a D-Ranker. She had ensured that all the protocols relating to the transfer of captured personnel were followed.
The group finally saw a giant city wall that had dense vegetation covering its surface. It looked like someone had performed a wood magic spell on it to strengthen the architecture and grant it additional properties it may have.
The city entrance was contrastingly small compared to the size of the city walls. A platoon of guards was manning the entrance and talking merrily with each other.
The guards werenât humans. At least not all of them. There were some dark brown-skinned Faeruns among them who had pointy ears that would twitch as the cause of listening to something hilarious.
There were also elves of other lineages like sun elves, moon elves, and snow elves. Then there were dwarfs as well as half-bloods that were a mix of two distinct gene pools.
The guards saw that a bunch of people on colts were approaching the city gates at a steady pace as they were joking among themselves.
It wasnât rare for the city of Silvermoon to have visitors. But the travellerâs timing was odd. This was way past the usual dinner time. Normally, the visitors would ensure that they reach the city in the evening or at the break of dawn.
So this uncalled-for visitation from strangers drew their attention. The platoon had already been on the guard as it had been briefed about the recent attacks on the travellers. Therefore, the guards were about to form a formation when they heard the known sound of city gates opening from behind them followed by a known voice of their captain:
âAt ease, boys. They are our friends. Well, at least some of them are. So no need to panic and let them in.â
This was the voice of the on-duty platoon captain Ariziana Agnoth. She was a D-Ranker snow elf who looked like she had been bathed in light even when there was dark all around her. It felt like her clear and supple skin had a natural white glow.
Ari had a beautiful face. She had curves at the right places but her features looked moderate. She looked to be in her early twenties but one couldnât really tell the number when it came to elves.
The elves would mature at the same time and speed as humans. But then their age would stagnate. But this was the case with rankless humans and elves.
The age stagnation didnât matter when rankers started walking on the ranking journey. Their progress in their paths would decide their lifespan. And humans had the advantage to tread faster in their ranking journey as compared to the elves. So the concept of age wasnât paid much attention in the ranking community.
âLong time no see, Ari. How youâve been. I see youâve broken through D-Rank already. It calls for a celebration. And you are not getting away this time. You know that right?â
Marla greeted Ari with a kind of excitement sheâs rarely shown to anyone in LA. It seemed that the two Adepts were very close to each other. The latter replied with tired expressions on her face:
âHow many times have I told you? We elves donât stock our booze enough for your voracious drink-fest. We only drink a sip or two for relaxation. Not like you who drink it for who knows what.â
âTch, tch, tch. I already told you your torn and tattered excuses wonât work on me anymore. I want all of your Froastfoam ale collection and then some other varieties. Hehe! LA doesnât have good booze, you know. And all my stock has vanished.
So Iâm going to let myself go in your care.â
Marla was very excited to have her booze fest get going. But she was interrupted by her assistant shortly afterwards, breaking her drunk-like chain of thoughts:
âUm, Adapt Marla. We have a few criminals to process first.â
Almera reminded Marla about her priorities that she had gotten skewed in the anticipation of getting dead-drunk. So the latter gave a disappointing glare at her assistant before talking to her snow elf friend about the same.
Meanwhile, Eren was perplexed about something after hearing the platoon captainâs name.
âHmm. Ari. Ariziana Agnoth. Where have I heard this name before?â














