Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

The majority of their wounds healed quickly, and they immediately prostrated themselves in tearful gratitude.

Fatir still wore her gilt mask, but at that moment, the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.

’The Lord had always thought this Saintess was probably stone-faced, but now he realized she could smile, even if it wasn’t very often.’

"I have to say, my impression of you has improved considerably." Watching the grateful figures of the Kalia locals disappear down the street, Levi strolled with Fatir under the crimson sunset, his hands in his pockets.

"Personally, I’ve always thought Casters tend to be arrogant, viewing commoners as the lowliest dirt. Even toward nobles, while they may feign respect, they’re inwardly contemptuous."

"Levi, your view of us is colored by too many preconceptions. While it’s true that Casters like that are the majority, there are still those of us who possess conviction and compassion."

The young Saintess wore a blue, hooded robe. She pulled back her hood, and the light fell upon her long, golden hair, making it seem as if it were gilded, shining with a dazzling brilliance.

Levi remained noncommittal. As far as he could tell, of all the Casters he had encountered, perhaps only Masha from the Ice and Snow Church would, like this Saintess, waste precious Magic Power to perform Treatment on a group of commoners.

Still, he didn’t find her actions distasteful.

He hated sanctimonious hypocrites, but everyone loves a true Holy Mother. In fact, the Lord wished the entire world were full of Holy Mothers; that would bring about world peace.

Fatir had no ulterior motive for providing Treatment to these commoners. If she did, she could have used this moment to heavily promote the Holy Light Church, and she would have certainly succeeded in converting these people of Kalia, who had just suffered the ravages of war. But she didn’t do that.

As the sun sank completely below the horizon, night and cold reclaimed their dominion over the land.

Everyone agreed that this year’s winter had been unnaturally cold.

In previous years, late March would have already marked the beginning of spring, a time of rebirth when the grass grew like a lush carpet.

But now, even the Southern Territory was still blanketed in white, though the temperature was indeed starting to rise.

A few days ago, even inside a tent with several burning braziers, you still had to wrap yourself in a thick blanket just to endure the cold.

Now, however, you could even go shirtless inside a tent full of braziers.

After such a great and hard-won victory, while the common soldiers celebrated amongst themselves, the leaders naturally gathered for their own festivities.

In the castle’s great hall, a stream of delicacies was served, and bottles of the castle master’s treasured brandy were uncorked one after another.

「Meanwhile, far to the rear, at Terror Castle.」

Terror Castle had been run by the Skinning Clan for several hundred years. Although its walls were not as high as those of Kolon City, they were still a good fifteen measures tall.

With nearly several hundred thousand residents and a few thousand elite permanent guards, there were still lively places on the streets even late at night—brothels, for instance.

"Are you certain your actions will leave no trace?"

Bodun He Wen gazed at a brightly lit brothel in the distance, then turned to the man across from him, whose entire figure was concealed beneath a hood.

"Respected Lord Bodun, allow me to reiterate." A young man’s voice emerged from the hood. "We are but wretched things that walk in darkness, and a merciful god has granted us special abilities—"

His voice became as passionate and stirring as a Minstrel reciting a poem:

"We are one with a thousand faces!

We move like shadows!

Our tracks are impossible to find!

...

We are the Inverted Man!"

"Childish games," Bodun scoffed, fiddling with a small knife in his hand.

"Heh." The hooded man paid him no mind and continued, "Our god leads us to those intertwined with destiny. And you, Bodun He Wen, illegitimate son of the Debei family, you are the one chosen by fate, destined to make great waves."

Bodun studied him for a long moment, a smile spreading across his gaunt face.

This mysterious group had approached him a while ago, claiming he was this person intertwined with destiny and choosing to serve him as their master.

Admittedly, their origins were a mystery, and their so-called purpose was laughable.

But what did that matter?

’I’m just an illegitimate son; I have nothing to lose. On the contrary, I can use these people and their special abilities to accomplish things I could never do on my own.’

’Like... becoming the true heir!’

’My father has only one legitimate son. If he dies, my aging father will have no choice but to pass the title of Count on to me.’

’Before, I never had the chance. But now, I see it.’

「In the early morning in Kalia.」

The sky had not yet fully brightened. A stove had been placed in the street, and in the iron pot atop it, a milky-white liquid was boiling.

It was a breakfast stall. Fresh milk simmered in the pot, while corncakes were toasted on a griddle set up beside it. This was an extremely common snack in Debei, and it originated in the Southern Territory.

The corn batter was toasted into soft, fragrant cakes. To eat them, you soak them in hot milk until they are fully saturated. With a single bite, sweet milk instantly floods your entire mouth, bringing an unimaginable sense of satisfaction.

Levi was sitting on a small stool, a large bowl of hot milk and soaked corncakes before him. He popped the palm-sized cakes into his mouth one after another, wolfing them down at a ferocious pace.

But his speed was nothing compared to the Beastman beside him. The man simply picked up his large bowl and gulped down the entire contents, milk and all, before letting out a satisfied belch.

The stall was run by a little old man and a young, brown-haired girl.

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