After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 347 - 90 Reluctance and Reply

"The snowstorm over at the Dwarf’s side is too heavy; we can’t find any sign of the Dwarves. Is it possible they’ve hidden underground, and our ssage can’t reach them?"

Yila said this as he nodded to show he understood. He looked at Senata and said, "I get it now. Even though we don’t know when the calamity from the sea will arrive, the Dwarves live far enough from the sea, so it should be fine."

To Yila’s words, Senata pondered, "Dwarves, huh..."

In Senata’s stereotype, Dwarves were just a group of blacksmiths, and blacksmiths didn’t seem to have significant combat power—like the Werewolves and Wolf. Although not weak, they were not particularly strong either.

Seeing through Senata’s thoughts, Yila couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Don’t underestimate the Dwarves... They’re a group I can’t fully understand."

Yila’s wording here was quite peculiar. Instead of saying sothing like "I find them troubleso," he used "can’t understand" to describe them, which made Senata feel very strange.

"Don’t understand? Let think about how to explain..."

Yila thought for a mont, then let out a chuckle and said, "Emotions and willpower, in their case, can instantly turn into tangible power through sothing called ’Molten Fire’ or ’Forge Fire.’"

Saying this, Yila thought again and gave an example, "In other words, if a Dwarf cannot defeat an enemy, that Dwarf’s head will start to recall many things..."

"For example, ’I have to win because of this and that!!’ and ’It’s just a difference in strength. Watch overco it with my willpower! Break through!!!’ Thoughts like these."

As Yila said this, he noticed Senata’s shocked expression and elaborated on what could be summarized as ’manga style mind-power’. "Specifically, after shouting ’Ahhhh,’ the Dwarf’s montum and strength will soar and multiply, then burst out with several tis their fighting power."

"..."

Senata: *Is this reasonable? The Mana Goddess is weeping...*

"In short, they are a race that doesn’t require much worrying."

Senata pondered Yila’s words for a mont, then looked at Yila, who was organizing the replies, and asked, "So, Lord Yila, do you have a good relationship with the Dwarf Empress?"

"..."

"???"

Yila was baffled on the spot. He thought about it for a mont and could understand Senata’s thoughts—not a farfetched idea considering Yila was familiar with almost every royal capital of major nations, so it was possible he knew the Dwarves’ ruler... or sothing like that?

But why directly assu it was an Empress?

"No, I’ve had almost no contact with the Dwarves... And as far as I rember, their Emperor is supposed to be male."

Sighing as he said this, Yila patted the awkwardly smiling Senata on the shoulder and said, "Besides, Dwarf won have a custom of wearing fake beards. Both n and won seem to have thick beards; that’s still too strange for us."

Indeed, that was quite odd.

"Aside from that, the Beastman kingdom’s two main tribes only gave the most basic responses. King Lusa expressed helplessness... Loasa Islands and Hezlosa."

Yila looked at King Lusa’s reply, which clearly stated their trust in Yila’s information but ntioned their inability to protect against the forthcoming calamity... because they were archipelagos.

Nothing but seaside, surrounded by sea.

Senata understood why Yila sighed. She felt the sa way and said, "Many small nations by the sea don’t have the capacity for national migration, so they probably can only get by as best as they can."

Yes, it wasn’t unwillingness or disbelief, but inability...

"It’s normal. Large nations often have teams of mages for relocating buildings and ample land to accommodate people, moving away from the sea, but small countries can’t... They have nowhere to escape."

Yila set all the letters aside. He looked quite helpless and indifferent, saying, "So even asked to protect them in their replies. That’s wishful thinking... All I can do is warn them, and I’ve already done my best."

For so reason, Yila felt

As Yila flipped through the letters from the Silver Moon Tree Court scattered among the replies... one letter stood out as the most special. Cassiopeia wrote in her letter—

"It’s been a long ti since I wrote; receiving your letter was very encouraging. As for the calamity from the sea you ntioned, we’ve experienced the Magic Beast rampages here and survived them peacefully. It’s indeed snowing now here as well."

"Though the drifting snow is pleasant, this makes believe in the oceanic disaster you ntioned. We will treat it with caution, and I hope while you protect what you cherish, you also prioritize your safety first."

"If you need any help, please let us know."

"—Cassiopeia"

"..."

Yes, that was more or less the gist of it. Just as Yila had previously learned, the previous two calamities had scarcely affected the Silver Moon Tree Court... This ti, they were even concerned about whether Yila needed the Elves’ help.

This was a sign of abundance, but it did not an they weren’t alert to the calamity... Proud but not arrogant, confident but not conceited, kind but not hypocritical, this race standing almost at the pinnacle indeed had the right to be abundant.

Thinking this, Yila smiled lightly and put the letter aside, but...

"Swish~"

A small folded note slipped out from the letter.

It wasn’t uncommon to hide a note within a letter; it was often used to ensure the confidentiality of the ssage. But... could this be so hidden information?

Sothing significant happened at Silver Moon Tree Court?

Thinking this, Yila exchanged a solemn glance with Senata, and then they looked at the unfolded secret note together—

"Actually, I don’t quite understand why I sotis feel the urge to share sothing with you, but..."

"Every ti I see the Silver Moon Forest blazed red by the sunrise, the Silver Moon Forest sparkling under the starry night, or the Silver Moon Forest shrouded in the morning twilight... I just want to tell you sothing."

"..."

"..."

"Yila, today at Silver Moon Tree Court..."

"It’s snowing."

"..."

Yila remained silent as he carefully examined the note’s content. Unsure, he said, "This shouldn’t have any special aning, right? Connecting the first character of each line doesn’t seem to imply anything."

Senata: "..."

"Ah, there appears to be sothing written on the back."

In Senata’s silence, Yila said this and looked at the neat small handwriting on the back, reading, "My sister wrote you a letter earlier but never dared to send it. I laughed and secretly included it this ti—Sincerely, your dear sister!"

"..."

Cassiopeia, you really have a good sister.

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Cassiopeia: "Achoo~"

How strange, where did I put the letter I wrote earlier?