Although Byron hadn't heard the complete intelligence, from the level of historical impact involved he could at least tell one thing.
The Heretical Cult probably wasn't here specifically for him—or rather, not just for him. They clearly had a target of much higher value.
As long as he wasn't the tallest guy in the crowd, there was still room to muddle along and fish in troubled waters.
"They really picked the worst time to come. The operation to seize the Kalmar Union's Crown has only just begun.
If I already had the North Sea Empire's Crown in my hand, how could I possibly give them the chance to defeat us one by one? I'd be launching a proactive strike right now and dragging them out like stray dogs to beat them to death."
At this moment, the deer-headed, human-bodied [Bizarre Nature's Wrath], after being riddled with countless Whale Oil Bullets until it was full of holes, had its head chopped off in one mighty swing when the Marquis of Neville invoked the Law.
Rumble...
