I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 266 - - Visitors

The Western Kingdom Capital, Kingdom of Lumbrica was home to many. Humans and Demi-humans alike, with ancestral buildings and architecture, large eye-catching sceneries and bustling people going about their daily lives.

As much as it was a simple yet sophisticated Kingdom, you could say it also possessed its own dark sides. Unfortunately, not every great nation can resolve world poverty,even within its own domain. But they can make it a tad bearable.

It was on a sunny day like this when two individuals walked down the busy streets of a popular Market, Market Libertio, one of the few places to get your necessary items.

Both were in a dark hooded cloak, but their faces weren’t hidden. In fact, they looked quite familiar.

One of them was a man with a relaxed expression on his face. He had a relaxed smile and a rough goatee and mustache. His long sleek black hair formed a bang over his right aqua-blue eyes.

The other was a female with dark, fierce eyes and a tired expression.

Both had walked quite a long mile to get here, on an order that they questioned daily.

"Nicho?" Mila called out with a tired whine in her voice. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she poured her lips.

Nicho, the relaxed man glanced at her, his smile widened as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Don’t tell me you’re bored already, Mila my dear".

"Hah, please! Why wouldn’t I?! We could have been on a vacation or training, but here we are, wasting our time on a children’s errand".

Her reply was a testament to the disinterest she had in their mission.

"It’s too late to go back now, and we were instructed by the Crimson Lord himself. It would have been a sacrilege to disobey one of the Apostles of Hades".

Mila remained silent for a moment, her thoughts reeling in on the information before she sighed.

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Oftentimes, she would wonder about the purpose of the Red Peacemakers.

She joined in because the thought of bringing world Peace was a suiting cause, but now, they were gradually turning into a cult that worships the Devils.

"Forget I ever complained then".

Her tone changed, causing another fit of laughter to escape Nicho’s lips.

They continued their walk on the streets of the market, ignoring the screams of the women and customers haggling over the prices of foodstuffs and weapons.

Stands and stalls stood at the side of the roads, while Cabins and carriages trailed along the road.

"The Homeric Academy Festival Huh? Are the system uprisers even doing their job?"

Mila muttered under her breath.

Nicho sighed as he looked up.

"We’re here to find out…and also to find the person that joined the Border Town".

A tense silence ensued between them as their faces grew stern.

"It’s comedic to think that man’s plans wouldn’t fall through. He must have been devastated at the fact that his direct subordinate was killed".

"Yes, and by a Blind Swordsman no less".

"How is it that we haven’t found them yet? The Crimson Lord is getting impatient. If any more obstacles get in the way of the Descent of his Devil King, we will have a lot to deal with".

Nicho sighed. "That isn’t our problem, My Dear Mila. We simply follow the orders we are given without question. The first just has to deal with the direct tantrums of the Crimson Lord".

Just then, they stopped in front of a building, their gazes reading the sign before reaching for the door.

It read Get-in-and-pay Inn.

Nicho opened the door and Mila walked in after him.

They walked into an open room with quiet music in the background, wooden floors and barely filled seats.

The counter was only a few feet away, but the smell of cooking and wine had permeated through the very foundations of the room.

Nicho felt peace in a place like this, enjoying the solace of the silence and beer as he walked towards the counter.

Mila, on the other hand, had a bit of difficulty ignoring the stares of the people gathered.

The room was filled with humans and meta-humans alike, a sight that disgusted her.

’How dare they eat with those filthy animals’.

She thought, ignoring the sight altogether before joining Nicho at the counter.

"What may I be of service to you?" The man, a short, cleanly appeared server, walked up to them with a bright smile.

Mila’s eyes bulged at the sight, a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips.

"How about a piece of your pie".

The server froze in place, confusion dawning on him while Nicho coughed out loud and tugged her behind him.

"Sorry about her, just needed a room as all".

"Oh, a room? Will you be staying the night?" The man picked up a key next to a stack of it behind the counter on the wall, walked towards them and pulled out an attendant list.

"Um, the night…for about three weeks".

The man froze, a smile growing on his lips as he looked up.

"You’re here for the Homeric Festivals, aren’t you?" he asked.

Nicho raised a brow in surprise while Mila poked out her head in curiosity.

"What do you mean? What gave you that impression".

"Oh, well…it’s just that time of the year again, you know. Tons of people come here all the time for the festival; it’s old news".

"What?" Nicho’s surprise was palpable, but the frown that crossed his face next was even more surprising.

"The festival…is it a popular event?"

The man behind the counter took a step back, startled by his sudden change in expression as he nodded.

"Ye–Yes" he replied. "Like I said, people come here all the time to celebrate it. They take the Portal Transport over to the Academy to experience what the students go through and their exciting events".

Nicho’s gaze narrowed, his lips slowly curling back up as he grabbed the key from the man and dropped a sack of coins on the counter.

The bag tipped open, and some gold coins spilt out onto the counter.

"Keep the change".

He said before walking away.

Mila remained still for a few seconds, winking at the man before Nicho pulled her away.

"Do not fool around during this mission". He said with an exasperated sigh as they climbed up the stairs.

"Is that what you should be worried about? He just said that people come to the Festival a lot. It seems like our little mission of helping the System Uprisers and finding the Blind Swordsman may be in jeopardy".

"Hardly…." Nicho said in reply.

They got to the second floor where he walked through the third hallway, where a label stating

Room 40 to 50.

Soon, he stopped in front of a door with room number 45.

"More people were just added to the mix….it doesn’t matter who comes. We just need to achieve our goals and leave".

"You say that now, but the unpredictability annoys you. We aren’t aware of who will be there or what kind of people they will be. Worse-case scenarios must be playing in your head"

Mila said as she walked towards the bed, jumping onto it and turning around to get a glance at Nicho.

"Let’s not fret the small stuff. The festival begins tomorrow and so does our operation. Let’s just focus on the task at hand".

"It is as you said….though, it would be a fool’s idea to go there ourselves". Enjoy new tales from novelbuddy

"Agreed. The false identities have already been taken care of by the 8th. Let’s just finish the plan and go over our usual activities. The preparations for the descent of the Devil King seem to have been quickened".

"Yes, with the Border Town lost, there’s no telling what other village or town will gain freedom from our control. We will secure them before they’re taken away".

A moment of silence descended in the room, the two partners receding to their thoughts.

The loss of Border Town was one thing, but their Lord’s decision to let it be until they found the identity of the Blind Swordsman was another.

’What are your plans in all this, Crimson Lord?’ he thought with a sigh as he walked up to a chair and took a seat.

He sighed, measuring their chances in his head on the few weeks they planned on spending.

Mila clicked her tongue, startling Nicho from his thoughts.

"We don’t have all the time in the world to think on our seats, Nicho. We’ll trust the Crimson Lord as we always had and take back Border Town when he deems it necessary…."

She looked up at the ceiling, a smile forming from her lips.

"Just as you said, this festival….may just be more exciting than I imagine".

Nicho’s gaze remained fixed on Mila, an unknown emotion swirling within his eyes as he blinked it away.

It was for a moment, but he was reminded of a forbidden feeling he had once killed off.

He sighed, tension brewing within his heart.

’.....All things should go well….’

Despite being core members of the Red Peacemakers, it was evident that these two were by far different from their doctrines, an attitude worth testing.