Chapter 1313 - The Information Age (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

In Graycastle, Neverwinter.

The reports regarding the battle on Archduke Island as well as the situation in the Kingdom of Wolfheart were delivered into Roland’s hands two days later.

Compared to the past when it took a week to send a letter from the City of Evernight to Neverwinter, it was undeniable that their communication speed had made huge progress. Both short-distance, quick delivery by flying couriers and long distance delivery through twenty-four hour steam-powered boats were now a part of the messaging system. There were dedicated personnel and boats responsible for the delivery of crucial messages, and in some cases even planes were used. This time, the reports were delivered by Tilly.

“Good job.” Roland solicitously handed her a Chaos Drink. “Is the situation over there okay?

“Wouldn’t you know if you just looked at the report?” Tilly took the cup and glanced at him sideways. “For you to act so considerate, do you have something you are guilty of? Could it be that you still don’t have a clue about my plane?”

“Pfft…” The sound of Nightingale stifling laughter came from behind him.

“How could that be, I’ve already selected the best model from many blueprints. When Anna can find some time, we will start the prototype production right away.”

“For Anna’s sake, I’ll let you off this time, Brother.” Tilly downed the drink in one go, wiped her lips and walked towards the exit of the office, “‘Seagull’ will be heading back soon so I’ll be returning to the Aerial Knight Academy first.”

“You’re not even going to stay for one day?” he asked, slightly surprised.

“I have no choice. Right now the only things on the frontline that can threaten the Sky Lord are ‘Seagull’ and Andrea. Also… I don’t want to miss a single opportunity to get my revenge.” Tilly waved at Roland with her back facing him. “Well then, I’ll be going now, Brother.”

Nightingale sighed softly as she gazed at the closed door. “Everyone… is working hard.”

If it was possible, I would rather they worked hard in other areas, not in warfare , Roland thought. However he didn’t say it out loud—because before the Battle of Divine Will ended, before the fate of humans was determined, nobody could free themselves of this burden. Apart from shirking responsibility, there was no meaning in saying this now.

After a moment of silence, he unsealed the report.

After he finished reading all the reports, Roland at last understood the meaning behind Tilly’s words. To be able to pass down the evacuation command in time and successfully ambush a grand demon lord whose movements were untraceable above the vastness of the sea was an incredible feat. Edith Kant and Andrea were undeniably the key contributors to the battle. But in the same way, the sender of the vital intel couldn’t be ignored—victory would not have been possible without this person’s selfless act.

“What do you plan on doing?” The issue had clearly caught Nightingale’s attention.

“No matter what his original motive for sending out the secret letter was, his name and contributions shouldn’t be forgotten,” Roland said in a low voice. If this was in Roland’s previous life, finding an unidentified informer after a long, drawn-out battle would be virtually impossible. The words on the epigraph of the gravestone would likely be: “Your name is unknown; however, your deeds are everlasting.” Here, the existence of witches changed this. They allowed every single warrior who contributed to saving the fate of humankind have their name remembered in history. “After the First Army regains control of the Kingdom of Everwinter, get ‘Black Money’ to help Summer determine this person’s name and background.”

If the culprit who murdered him was still alive by then, they would not escape severe punishment by law.

Nightingale nodded. “If only we can quickly create the communications equipment that extends over thousands of miles that you spoke of.”

“Unfortunately that is not one of my strengths.” Roland couldn’t help but rub his forehead. Recalling the circuit diagram that he had been forced to memorize made his head throb.

“Now you finally understand my feelings during an exam,” Nightingale said with her hand to her mouth.