Rule 2: My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
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Rule 2
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"How will we enter his Castle?" Emilia asked, leaning against the table on the makeshift tent in the main camp.
"Well, don't castles like that have deep catacombs and the like?" The young Sorceress asked. "Maybe we could swing in through there?"
The man in the group shook his head. "From what we know, the Demon Lord's castle dungeons are small in size and located at the centre of the castle." He frowned as he looked over the rough schematics their recon units had obtained about the building they wanted to break in. "Not to mention all the traps what could be sprung as we make our way to the throne room…"
"If we can't enter from there, how on Ente Isla are we gonna get in?" Emilia asked in frustration. Trust the Demon King to run their plans for a decisive victory.
Emeralda gave pause as she looked over a folded parchment. "…The Church is considering a direct offensive."
"But that means…"
"That's up for the Church to decide," Albert conceded, folding his arms. "I don't like this any more than you do."
Emilia clutched her palms in a flair of anger. "I'll kill the Devil."
"Emilia?"
"To stop all those soldiers from dying… I have to end this quickly."
Emeralda frowned as she glanced over to Albert. "We'll help you as much as we can," she said in a low voice.
Emilia gave the two a wide smile. It wouldn't ease the guilt, but it helped strengthen her resolve.
Eventually, the Human Kingdom won, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. Of those who fought, barely any made it through the initial onslaught to tell their tales. Most were permanently injured, left to take care of their own until they faded away from public perception.
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