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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“The time has finally come.”
One hour before all lines to Forbidden Lake Fortress were cut, Durand Sterling received word from Luthers Edan that the operation had been activated.
As he lifted his head, he saw people silently assembling weapons with dry eyes.
Wolves.
The name that former Graveyard comrades used to call them with reverence.
They were all gathered in one place.
After the war ended, most of the reconnaissance battalion members led by Durand had left the military.
It was only natural.
They were the ones who had fought Titans before anyone else in the fortress.
The horrific sights they witnessed in the process left wounds on the souls of all unit members that could never be healed.
They couldn’t have stayed even if they wanted to.
But that didn’t mean they were welcomed by society either.
That wasn’t the case either.
With the end of the war, everything was handled hastily.
Although they had devoted their entire lives to protecting their country, they were simply pushed into society without any preparation or compensation.
All they had learned was how to shoot a gun and read a map.
How to survive for days in isolation, how to distinguish edible mushrooms from inedible ones.
How to dig trenches and preserve body heat, and how to track traces of something – that was all.
But society wouldn’t demand such things.
The experiences they had desperately accumulated to survive were useless in a place without war.
That was why they had no choice but to become literal wolves.
Unable to adapt to civilization and abandoned.
Just lonely beasts wandering the mountains.
If it weren’t for Luthers Edan, they too would have lived lives no different from the countless veterans wandering the city streets now.
That was the other side of the Empire and the President hailed as a hero.
Blinding people with the dazzling light of victory while thoroughly hiding the dark shadows.
The wolves who had silently watched all these scenes until now were ready to hold them accountable.
“…Are the preparations complete?”
“All ready, Battalion Commander.”
Swish!
Durand struck a match and lit a cigar.
As he exhaled, grayish smoke rose like a cloud.
“It’s hunting time.”
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The activation of the operation was immediately transmitted to the Cornerstones of the tombstone as well.
They were the most effective force and group that Luthers Edan could currently mobilize.
Don Matteus was in charge of the unrest in the capital.
Once the head of the most powerful criminal organization in the capital, his hatred was great as he had nearly died after falling for the President’s machinations.
Especially since he had been on bad terms with the organization currently stationed in the capital for some time, it was no exaggeration to say that Matteus had been waiting for this day.
The Murder Ghost Legorodo also took a cooperative or indifferent attitude.
He was a pleasure killer who made contract killing his main business.
The longer chaos persisted in the capital, the more it would become a playground for him to enjoy.
And as an exception, the White Captain Saloca handed over all information to Luthers’ side and then disappeared.
He was originally a self-preserving character, and as the most intelligent among the four, he went into risk management.
And in addition to them, there were also Dane Schmidt of the Revolutionary Front, who newly joined the force, and Raft Bells, the supreme member of the Imperial Labor Party who had been officially disciplined by the Imperial Diet.
Although they were revolutionaries, they had witnessed firsthand the spectacle of pushing through with a majority of seats despite the existence of a proper party in the parliament.
To unite the revolutionary faction that was on the verge of collapse, wasn’t it natural to participate in a great cause?
Thus, President Mikhail Bismarck had many enemies.
Luthers Edan and the Strategic Security Agency were able to gradually increase their forces underground, separate from the Eagle’s Nest.
From the revolutionary faction to the royalists and the nationalist faction.
Those who had barely survived even through the full-scale purge and were protecting themselves began to move.
However, Dorothy, the last of the Cornerstones, showed a different movement from her other colleagues.
The lights of Red Street went out.
The street that had been bustling with drunks until just the day before was now so quiet that not even a mouse could be seen.
An eerie silence pervaded the area.
At its center was Dorothy, the madam who controlled the entire street.
“Rosenwald, listen carefully from now on. Deliver this information to the people on the list.”
A single sheet of paper was held out in front of Rosenwald, her faithful bodyguard.
The high-ranking Imperial officials that Dorothy had slept with and entertained.
They had long since become slaves to Dorothy and the red-light district she operated.
The only difference from those wandering the streets drunk like zombies was that they had real power.
“I’ve made many preparations too. Helping Luthers win against the Titans? Or if not that, overturning the Empire…?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t care about any of that. My goal from the beginning until now has been to put a leash on that man Luthers.”
How was she able to rise to the position of a Cornerstone despite being a woman?
Why did Luthers, who shuddered at criminals, judge that she alone was irreplaceable?
She was a viper.
A snake with deadly venom that could bite and kill anything it wanted.
She would bewitch her target with her dazzling patterns, and while they were unaware, sink her sharp fangs into their artery.
That was Dorothy’s specialty, and also the reason why Luthers was particularly wary of her among the other Cornerstones.
“Don’t leak the scandals yet, tell them that. Oh, and just in case, tell the police chief not to get any strange ideas.”
The highest member of the Imperial Diet.
The Chief Justice of the Imperial Supreme Court.
Key figures in the national administrative organization like the Minister of Transportation and the Minister of Food and Agriculture.
Even the Vice President of the Imperial Bank and the Police Commissioner.
All these figures, whose names carried weight anywhere, were her slaves.
Not only high-concentration drugs, but once they had tasted Dorothy’s body, which they had only heard rumors about, they could never escape.
Her charm, which even women fell for, still shone brightly even after the war had ended.
“The day has finally come, my beloved Luthers. You could probably tear down this scarecrow of an Empire in an instant, but where’s the fun in that…?”
Her eyes turned to the portrait of Luthers Edan hanging on the wall.
“You must fail. You must lose all your foundations and come to me helplessly. Then I can give you back everything for your sake, can’t I?”
She had turned all the men worth mentioning into prisoners of love.
The President could be dealt with later when the time came.
All those glories must not be achieved with everyone together with Luthers Edan, but solely with her help.
If that happened, even the cold and aloof war hero would have no choice but to embrace her in the end.
What would his excited face look like?
His breathing, the moans he would let out when squeezed tightly.
How tempting would his miserable expression be when he was constrained by the opponent he had intimidated, when he was broken after having his abilities denied?
“You understand, Rosenwald? All the stages are set, now it’s our turn to dominate the stage.”
“As always, I will do as you command, Madam.”
Just as Red Bear Rosenwald was about to leave her mansion with his massive body.
“…?”
He sensed something strange and tried to react, but another opponent was faster.
Swoosh!!
Someone who had glided down from the air on a wire deeply stabbed a dagger into Rosenwald’s nape.
“Gu, guh… ugh… huk…”
Rosenwald’s muscular arms, which had tried to shake off the attacker, trembled and went limp.
The body befitting his nickname of ‘bear’ crumbled like a sand castle.
“Kyaaaah!!! Ro-Rosenwald!!”
Dorothy let out a shrill scream as she witnessed her subordinate being murdered before her eyes.
However, the attacker, as if uninterested in her, picked up the paper Rosenwald had been holding.
“Huh, I knew this would happen.”
The attacker sighed and spoke in a calm voice after confirming the contents written on the paper.
Dorothy could immediately guess the identity of the assailant before her eyes.
Of course she could.
The Graveyard bitch she considered most detestable after Arwen Orka.
“Charlotte… Evergreen…!!”
“Long time no see, Dorothy.”
Blonde hair glimmered in the darkness without a single moonbeam.
“You fucking bitch, how dare you come here—!!”
Charlotte provoked Dorothy, who was screaming with fury.
“You’ve gotten prettier. Did you absorb some vitality from sucking off those pot-bellied old men? You’ve had it tough too. Oh, or is it because that vulgar body of yours is the only thing you know how to use?”
Along with a light sneer came one sentence.
“You idiot.”
Dorothy couldn’t hold back and began to charge at her.
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[finally Dorothy boutta get fucked, also this rebellion arc is fuckin lit]
