Dungeon Defense Volume 02

Intermission

▯Demon Lordof Immortality, Rank 8th, Barbatos
Empire Calendar: Year 1505, Month 9, Day 21
Niflheim, Governor's Palace

—Good. Very good. But you're still far.

Dantalian. I'll admit that you're quite clever.

You may even perhaps be incredibly clever. Yes, if I were to compliment you further, then your head may spin better than mine.

However, you have no power. You have no information. In short, you don't have a 'faction'. The reason behind your decisive mistake lies there as well.

If you think that just because you're smart, you can understand the entire world, then that's quite the foolish miscalculation. For example, you're saying this now. That I had gathered information on the Earl of Rosenberg's territory and sent it to you in secret. But this is unfortunate.

You're only half right, and the rest is wrong.

Because I'm the culprit who spread the rumor in the Earl's territory.

Aha—.

On the 8th month and 20th day. As soon as I saw you achieve victory over that bitch Paimon during the Walpurgis Night, a thought arose. I will test out whether if you're real or fake.

So the very next day, I ordered my spies to spread the rumor. The Earl of Rosenberg's territory is in one of the most crucial areas among areas, you know? With some strenuous effort, I have an information network spread throughout that area.

Dantalian.

The problem always originates in the simplest difference in direction.

If one's information network is spread out well enough to acquire a rumor.

Then inversely, fabricating a rumor on this side and circulating it there, is obviously possible as well.

A simple concept that even kids could realize.

It was approximately on the 8th month and 24th day that the rumor had started to spread in earnest. Since the Black Death was a hot topic, it circulated with quite the speed.

And if the rumor spread in a way that told people 'a place right under the nose of their land has a boundless supply of black herbs'...... Hm? In the shoes of those bratty humans who were dying off by an incurable disease, then that would be enough to make them go mad for it, wouldn't it?

I understand everything as well.

Naturally, it's fun playing around with people's greed.

If there is one thing that I wasn't expecting, then it was the Margrave of Rosenberg's movements. He took action more promptly than I thought he would. By the time the rumor of rebellion could barely take root, he had already decided to dispatch troops.

On the 10th day since the groundless rumor had proliferated, the youngster of Rosenberg had put out a draft notice for soldiers. Indeed, it was a reaction speed that felt as fast as lightning.

Hm.

As expected of the house that has fought us Demon Lords for nearly 300 years now.

Should I say that they have no opening?

It's a house that seeks for perfection so much that I want to kill them.

Anyway, the situation flowed a bit direly......

Although I did achieve my goal of putting that kid Dantalian in a difficult situation, the dispatch of troops was still excessively fast.

When my spies reported that the drafting of soldiers will most likely be completed within 6 days, I unintentionally let out a sigh. Was this the part where I should compliment them for being 'the haven of mercenaries', the northern region of Habsburg?