Yago had been living quite comfortably lately. Every day, all he needed to do was bask in the sun, chew on some fruit, and sleep in. If he kept living like this every day for half a year or even a year, Yago figured that when Annie saw him again, she would probably grab his face and ask,
"Yago! Who did this?! Who dared to beat your face until it swelled up like this?!"
It wasn't just Yago. The Eldian Third Regiment under his command had also holed up inside the fortress complex of Grayle Fortress. After driving away the Middle Easterners, they conveniently occupied the fortress complex the Middle Easterners had left behind. However, Yago directly ignored the order from the Marley command to continue the attack, simply saying that his troops were exhausted and unable to fight, and needed time to rest.
Naturally, the Marley command scoffed at this. Why would Eldians need rest? They should bleed for Marley until the very last drop! But south of Grayle Fortress there wasn't just the fortress complex—there were also strong defensive fortifications of its own, with firepower no weaker than the other three sides. Marley had already been fiercely attacking the other three fronts for many days, so there was no need to gnaw on a new hard bone.
So Marley ordering Yago's Eldian Third Regiment to attack was merely to use them as cannon fodder to draw the Middle Easterners' firepower.
But Yago simply couldn't be bothered with their bullshit orders. What? Behind the Third Regiment there was a Marleyan supervision squad? If that hadn't been mentioned, it would have been fine. But once it was brought up, Yago couldn't help but laugh.
After the battle for the fortress complex ended, Yago took Serena to visit the Marleyan supervision squad. But the moment Yago saw the officer in charge, he burst out laughing.
His military uniform was stretched tight over his body, his face fat and big-eared, and those familiar small eyes.
When Bagge saw Yago standing in front of him again, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Good heavens, why had he run into this plague again?
Ever since he had been tricked by Yago into losing a large batch of military supplies, the little fortune he had scraped together in the logistics unit had completely vanished. But there was nothing he could do—his weakness was in someone else's hands, so he could only swallow the broken teeth along with the blood.
In the end, worried that he would be tricked again, Bagge immediately pulled some strings to transfer himself to the front line as a supervision officer.
If he couldn't provoke someone, surely he could avoid them, right?
He didn't believe that the commanders of other Eldian units would be as troublesome as that little bastard Loya.
Who would have thought fate would play tricks on him?
Originally, when Bagge heard that the Eldian unit ahead of him had achieved merit, he had been very happy. He had gained credit for free, so he didn't even bother paying attention to the unit number of that Eldian force.
By the time he saw Yago, Bagge's face twisted instantly.
Meanwhile, Yago was also very surprised when he saw Bagge—and delighted as well.
Originally, he had only planned to slack off with the Third Regiment, but he hadn't expected to run into an old acquaintance like this!
Didn't that mean he could completely lie flat now?
Under the astonished gazes of the Marleyan soldiers and Serena, Yago—smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum—hooked an arm around Bagge's neck, whose face was already wrinkled like a steamed bun from forcing a smile, and greeted him like an old brother.
"Isn't this Bagge? What a coincidence! We friends are truly fated to meet! Now that we've run into each other, we have to catch up properly!"
Bagge forced a smile through clenched teeth, his face pale.
"Yeah! Loya, who else could it be? Leading an Eldian unit so fiercely, beating the Middle Easterners until they're running around—it had to be you! Loya!"
Yago waved it off.
"Ah, that's all thanks to the equipment you gave me back then! Really, I owe it all to you."
Crack!
Bagge tasted a hint of blood in his mouth—he had bitten a tooth to pieces.
If the extortion of supplies hadn't been mentioned, it might have been fine. But the moment it was brought up, Bagge's anger meter filled instantly.
Under his raging fury, Bagge's eyes turned cold.
"This bastard! This time you delivered yourself right to my door! Don't blame me for getting rid of you!"
Killing intent surged in Bagge's heart.
Rather than letting this Loya keep holding his weakness, he might as well kill him right here.
Afterward, he could send the entire Eldian Third Regiment to attack the Middle Eastern fortress as cannon fodder.
That way, no one would dare threaten him again.
The fleeting killing intent on Bagge's face was sharply noticed by Serena.
She immediately realized the dead fat man had ill intentions.
But before she could warn Yago, Yago had already walked into the military camp's logistics department with Bagge, their arms slung over each other's shoulders.
Serena was stopped by a group of tall Marleyan soldiers. They forcibly escorted her into an ordinary tent, while two Marleyan soldiers stood guard at the entrance.
Serena's heart sank completely.
That Bagge really did have ill intentions!
However, Serena did not panic.
She knew Yago possessed the powerful Titan ability. Inside this completely unguarded Marleyan military camp, it was almost impossible for him to be harmed.
So Serena wasn't worried about Yago's safety.
What she was worried about was this: if Yago revealed the power of the Titan, then their Eldian Revival Army might also be exposed.
At that point, the fate of the entire Revival Army would become the biggest problem.
Serena's mind raced with thoughts.
But her dagger had already left its sheath, and a bullet had already been chambered.
The moment she heard the furious roar of the Fate Titan, Serena would immediately strike, kill the Marleyan guards at the entrance, and rendezvous with Yago.
Yet she waited and waited.
No Titan's roar came.
Even when evening fell and Serena's stomach growled loudly from hunger, what she finally heard was the loud laughter of Yago and Bagge.
The Marleyan guards released Serena from the tent.
Her pupils shrank.
Before her eyes, Yago and Bagge were walking shoulder to shoulder, their mouths greasy with oil. Bagge was even constantly burping from alcohol—it was obvious they had just eaten and drunk their fill.
Seeing Serena, Yago slapped his forehead.
"Oh! I forgot about my subordinate. Bagge, let's talk again next time! Serena hasn't had dinner yet, so I'd better hurry and take her back. Thanks for the hospitality, brother!"
Bagge's expression completely changed from his earlier gloom.
His smile was brighter than a sunflower.
"What are you saying! Loya, you're my good firend! Just treat this place like your own home from now on. If you need anything, just tell me! It's nothing!"
"Then I'll leave that matter to you."
"Just a small thing! Don't worry! Leave it to me!" Bagge said, patting his belly. The sound was like beating a drum.
Then Yago left the camp with Serena.
As soon as they stepped out of the camp, the enthusiasm on Yago's face vanished instantly, replaced with an amused smile.
How could he fail to see through Bagge's little schemes?
He had simply never expected Bagge to be so easy to deal with.
Just as Yago was feeling pleased with himself, Serena's faint voice came from behind him.
"You two seemed to be calling each other firends very happily. And that dinner looked pretty good too..."
Yago froze.
Had he just heard a faint growling sound?
When he turned around, he met Serena's eyes—eyes almost overflowing with resentment.
...
Bagge's adjutant walked over and asked in confusion,
"Sir? Why were you being so polite to that guy? He's just the commander of an Eldian cannon fodder unit. What's there to be afraid of?"
At this moment, Bagge had completely dropped his earlier drunken appearance.
His small eyes widened.
"You're asking a lot of questions."
"I wouldn't dare, sir!"
"Heh. Polite or not—it's all the same to me. But in this world, who would refuse money? Take this. Go handle something for me. Whatever's left is yours."
Bagge pulled out a thick stack of banknotes and handed it to the adjutant.
The money in front of him was equal to three years of his salary.
The adjutant swallowed hard.
But he still accepted the money, saying with a trembling voice,
"Don't worry, sir!"
Bagge turned and left.
As he walked away, something in his pocket jingled noisily.