My Players Are So Fierce

“Where did you find the items from Nalante Town? That place was at the junction of Ice Bay and Saxon Forest. Now it’s gone. To be precise, during the disaster caused by the Blood Fear Clan two hundred years ago, both it and one-third of Ice Bay fell into a subspace overnight.

And Lady Avi?

I seem to remember this woman. She was a well-known socialite there, living a very decadent life due to her half-Shadow Elf blood. She even bought some potions from me at high prices to seduce men.”

“Are you sure?”

This answer made Murphy squint his eyes. He once again looked down at the ordinary household items spread before him. In that instant, these plain objects also became horrifying in Murphy’s eyes.

Faced with her dear’s doubts, Triss said quite unhappily:

“I have a good memory, you can’t hint that I’m old like that, you little rascal, do you want a spanking?”

“No, Triss, I’m serious, I might have discovered something serious.”

Murphy casually tossed the weathered letter that was written 200 years ago but never sent, allowing the unrequited affection to dissipate into this desolate land. He said:

“The fifty World Burning Demon Warriors attacking today are most likely the innocent ones sent into subspace by the Blood Fear Clan’s mistake back then, as Mannis once told me.

Now the bad news has come true.

Those past innocents, in the suffering of subspace, have been transformed into angry Avengers. They’re returning to the human world to repay a hundredfold the hardships they endured to this world that was so cold to them.

No wonder they’re filled with inexplicable rage, it’s not subspace infusion but the hatred and despair from the depths of their hearts that have turned into…

Wait!

I think I figured out why the Blood Fear Fleet had to rush to participate in this Black Disaster, Triss.”

An idea flashed through Murphy’s mind like lightning. He said to Triss:

“Captain Pablo and his servants must have met these World Burning Demon Warriors a long time ago! Two hundred years ago, it was the Blood Fear Clan’s doing that sent these people into subspace. Now, when they seek revenge, they will definitely come for the Blood Fear Clan.

No wonder they are so frightened, no wonder they fled to the Kalem Ancient Country looking for a solution.

That guy mysteriously said his clan got into big trouble.

This is the big trouble they were talking about!

The World Burning Demon Warriors are chasing them worldwide!

Yes, every member of the Blood Fear Clan will have to pay for their ancestors’ recklessness, and if we do nothing, they’ll be dragged into subspace by these demon soldiers and tormented until the world ends.

Damn!

If I make a sarcastic remark about them deserving it now, would I appear too cold-blooded?”

“No, not at all, it’s exactly what the Blood Fear Clan deserves. Because of their actions, thirty thousand people died in one night, and even if only a third transformed into World Burning Demon Warriors, it’s enough to annihilate today’s Blood Fear Clan.”

Triss calmly replied:

“But now that Pablo and his pirates have been sent over to Hog’s side to help, it’s not so easy for us to verify things, what are you planning to do?”

“Simple, if we know what they want, we can better demand their labor and contribution.”

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

“Being hunted by World Burning Demon Warriors is really terrifying. If Captain Pablo and his clan want to continue existing, they’ll have to obediently complete this journey of penance bestowed upon them by their lord.

My point is, if they truly realize the seriousness of this matter, the Blood Fear Clan can become a trusted ally in dealing with subspace affairs.

After all, others might surrender to subspace and switch to a pathetic stance to survive a bit longer, but for them, the outcome of surrender would be even more terrifying than death.

I see Pablo as a smart guy, he most likely won’t risk this.

Hmm, after matters on Hog’s side are settled, I’ll need to have a good talk with Pablo.”

Just as Murphy and Triss figured out the big trouble currently faced by the Blood Fear Clan, Lord Yvette hadn’t left the grounds; instead, she disguised herself and came to Veylanther, who was resting in a depression behind the battlefield.

“I heard you were once the Weaver of Destiny of the Mejewa Clan?”

Yvette rudely tossed a bag to Veylanther, put her hands on her hips, and said:

“Then surely you can repair this lost sacred object?”

“Well, I need to take a look first.”

Veylanther glanced down at the Corrosive Wound in the bag, examining it professionally as if assessing the time required for purification.

At this moment, Yvette suddenly asked:

“You’re not Anu Velancer Mejewa at all! Who are you?”