Chapter 1088 - Just a Beginning (1/2)
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
“Lady Edith…” Ferlin reminded her in a hushed voice. “We just lost over 200 people. What major victory are you talking about?”
“Only… a little over 200,” the Pearl of the Northern Region interjected. “What about the demons? 50 of them sneaked in the campsite, including a Senior Demon. They should be responsible for all the casualties of the First Army. It appears that we suffered a great loss at the first glance, but there are at least 2,000 casualties among the enemy on the defensive line, not to mention that this is just a very rough estimate. There were also numerous demons blasted to pieces when they attempted to flee. It may take a few days for us to obtain the exact number. Am I right, Miss Sylvie?”
“Well…” Sylvie said hesitantly, “That’s what the Eye of Magic saw.”
“Ms. Agatha, I guess you’ve never been a commander in a war over the past 400 years, have you?” asked Edith as she turned to the Ice Witch.
Agatha’s brows were furrowed. She said, “During the Battle of Divine Will, it was mandatory for the witches in the Union to learn how to fight against demons. I used to be a researcher at the Quest Society and fought them once when exploring the ruins…”
“I’m talking about a war,” Edith snapped, leaning forward while gazing at Agatha compellingly.
“Edith— ” Iron Axe said, trying to put a pause on this awkward conversation.
“Why?” At that moment, Anna blurted out, jerking everyone back to the present. “Why do you ask her that? As far as I know, you were only a commander back in the Northern Region and shouldn’t have experienced a major war either.”
This was a particularly tricky question that would have easily fanned Edith’s fury had it been put by somebody else. However, Anna communicated it in such a gentle and dignified manner that no one felt the question threatening.
Perhaps, the innocent and serious look in the azure of her eyes naturally calmed everybody down.
The glint in Edith’s eyes faded away. The next moment she placed her hand on her chest and replied quietly, “You’re right. I didn’t have war experience, but someone else here did…” She broke off and then continued, “From her look, I instantly know we won this battle.”
Her?
The people in the room looked in the direction Edith pointed out and saw at the end of the long table, the representative of Taquila, Phyllis, sitting there in a daze, with a cup of tea in her hand, her lips curling up into a smile. Every now and then, she took a little sip of the tea as if savoring some tasty drink. This was not normal for the Taquila witches. As they had lost all the sensations, the pleasure of eating and drinking were denied them. Food was simply a basic life necessity to help them self-perpetuate.
Despite the fierce discussion, Phyllis was completely not paying attention to the meeting. Even though everyone was now staring at her, her mind seemed to still be somewhere else.
It was after Wendy pushed her in the back that she finally jerked herself out of the trance.
“Oh, so where were we?” The God’s Punishment Witch asked blankly on a cough. “I was thinking about something very important and wasn’t paying attention to your discussion. Well, does Your Highness have some questions for me?”
“…” There was an awkward silence.
It was surprising to see that an ancient witch, who had been living for 400 years, lie in the same fashion as mortals. Phyllis was clearly daydreaming, but she unblushingly turned her lack of attention into a very poor lie that she was dwelling on some serious undertakings.
“Haha.”