Fiz and the others were startled and immediately went on guard.
"Don't get excited, everyone. I'm just here to deliver an invitation."
The newcomer was dressed in black, with a single black horn on his forehead and a tall, slender build.
"An Ogre?!"
Fiz, being well-traveled, immediately recognized the newcomer's race.
"I am Six Paths Pain, an envoy sent by the supreme being."
He took out a letter and handed it to Eren. "This is an invitation. The Supreme Lord sent me to deliver it to you."
"Please be sure to attend the Founding Festival four days from now."
Eren and the others looked at each other, took the letter, and read it, quickly understanding the situation.
"So it's Master Draco!"
"Oh! So he's preparing to formally establish a nation?"
"Yare yare, I didn't expect the Master to still remember us..."
The group discussed animatedly, quite surprised by the invitation.
"This must be Lord Fiz."
"Hmm? You know me?"
Fiz looked at the black-robed envoy in confusion.
In the past two years, Nazarick's intelligence network had spread across the world. Except for a few special territories that couldn't be penetrated, almost nothing could be hidden from them.
The corner of the black-robed envoy's mouth curled into an arc, but he didn't explain.
"This is another matter the Lord entrusted to me. I'll handle it while I'm on the way."
A recording crystal was handed to Fiz, containing the entire process of how Kistav's army of one hundred thousand was annihilated.
Not just the Freedom Association, but everyone of some status around the world received this footage.
*Hiss—!!*
Fiz sucked in a breath of cold air after watching it.
Although he had long known that Draco was extraordinary, he truly hadn't expected him to be powerful to such an extent!
"If Lord Fiz wishes to participate in the celebration, you may come together at that time."
"In that case, I shall take my leave."
The black-robed envoy cupped his hands and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Eren called out to him at that moment.
"Does the lady have another matter?"
"Um, there are only four days left until the celebration begins. We won't be able to make it in time."
"Even if we leave right now, it would take at least half a month to arrive."
"There is no need to worry about that. Another use for the invitation is that it can serve as a teleportation scroll."
The black-robed envoy chuckled. "Although it's one-time use, as long as you inject energy, you can teleport directly to the Nazarick Duchy."
"That's wonderful!"
Eren clapped her hands excitedly. "But the Master is too rich, actually using precious magic scrolls just like that..."
"Mr. Envoy, may I ask you about something?"
Fiz asked after a moment's hesitation.
"Please, speak!"
"Regarding the Pig-Headed Emperor and the army of two hundred thousand..."
"So you were worried about that. The Pig-Headed Emperor has already been dealt with."
"For specific details, you can talk to the parties involved directly. At that time, that person will also be present."
"Then everyone, farewell."
After the black-robed envoy bowed, his body turned into black smoke and instantly vanished.
Placing the recording crystal on the table, Fiz had a complicated expression.
"This world is changing too fast!"
He sighed and looked at the three carefree fellows beside him.
"Remember to call me when you go. I'm almost at retirement age; I should go out and relax a bit."
"Mr. Fiz just wants to slack off, doesn't he?"
"..."
Ignoring them, Fiz reported the news about the Pig-Headed Emperor to headquarters. Within two days, the Western Nations received the news.
Although the intelligence said the Pig-Headed Emperor had been eliminated, no one had confirmed it yet.
The countries surrounding the Jura Forest fell into considerable turmoil.
Among them was the Kingdom of Falmuth, with which we are familiar.
King Edmar was holding a meeting with his ministers, discussing the problem of the rapid decline in national strength due to financial issues.
A month ago, some 'hidden genius' had proposed a strategy against the Dwarf Kingdom, making their already struggling situation even worse.
A centuries-old agreement was unilaterally torn up by them, and they hiked up the grain prices for the Dwarf Kingdom.
As a result, half a month ago, the Dwarf Kingdom simply flipped the table and quit.
The Kingdom of Falmuth could be said to be in a state of chaos now. Massive tax increases and conscription had left the people full of grievances.
Many commoners had already become displaced and homeless.
But King Edmar wasn't panicked at all, because Archbishop Lecim had given him an idea.
Since the Storm Dragon had disappeared anyway, they would simply lead an army to invade Nazarick and seize their wealth by force.
Besides, how could a tiny nation with a population of only a million be a match for a large nation like theirs with over forty million people?
With such thoughts...
The Kingdom of Falmuth began conscription and taxation, preparing to arm a powerful cavalry regiment to sweep through all of Nazarick in war.
As a result, they suddenly received news today.
News of the Pig-Headed Emperor appearing in the forest arrived. Not only that... in the conference room, everyone had a dark expression.
Two items were placed on the huge conference table: an invitation and a crystal.
After they finished watching the footage in the recording crystal, they fell silent.
"Damn it! It's only been two years! That bastard only left our country two years ago!"
"How could he possibly have such powerful military strength!!"
The King stood up abruptly, his face full of fury.
He knew very well in his heart that with the fifty thousand soldiers his country had currently conscripted, they didn't have the slightest chance of winning.
Their plan had been shattered once again.
At this moment, the Kingdom of Falmuth was truly in a precarious and critical state, like a candle in the wind.
"Your Majesty, then this invitation... should we attend?" the ministers asked.
"Hmm? Do you want to walk into the lion's den, you idiot!"
The King roared in anger.
The ministers fell silent, not daring to say more... Count Nidol Maegam's territory.
That was the territory in the Kingdom of Falmuth closest to the Jura Forest.
At this time, Count Nidol's expression was very grim.
The knights originally used to defend against monster invasions had been forcibly conscripted by the central government for some reason.
Relying only on his own private knight order of a hundred men was simply a drop in the bucket.
There were many adventurers from the Freedom Association, but Nidol was reluctant to spend money to post commissions.
This had caused heavy casualties in the surrounding villages.
Today, he received a notice from the Freedom Association, saying that the Pig-Headed Emperor had appeared.
That wasn't even the most lethal part.
Franz, the branch head of the Freedom Association, was currently sitting opposite Nidol.
"Lord Count, if you commission us to enter the forest to investigate the news, I can give you a discount price."
Count Nidol was nearly breathless with rage.
This old fox actually dared to bring his schemes to his side. Damn it!!
This matter was of great importance. One wrong move and his territory would be finished; he absolutely could not ignore it.
If he didn't agree to the other party, for the safety of the territory, the Count would have to send his own knight order to investigate.
The mission was very dangerous. One wrong move and the knights wouldn't return. This was his last military force, and Nidol was reluctant to risk them.
But he was also unwilling to pay a high price to commission adventurers. He was torn.
Just then, Nidol suddenly thought of a way.
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