"What?" It was a matter of course that Nyda would respond that way.
After all, everything I had said before this mont was the complete opposite of what I had promised.
"I will help you get your sister back. And we will destroy the vampires while I am at it."
By any logic, a rescue mission was suicide. Especially for floors I had no experience with. Currently, my army was nearly unstoppable in the single digit floors. The Song of the Sirens demonstrated this truth.
Since the 10th floor's gimmick was tainted undead, even if we went beyond the 11th floor, I think we would be okay. The problem would be what happens after that. Floor 15 will start unleashing monsters that could fly.
We had the switchblades and Isolde. Robyn's ability could even allow Reapers to fly for a short ti. Not owning the skies was not an option. Air superiority was a facet of war that had too many advantages. Being on the receiving end, on the other hand, was hell.
Floor 20 was supposed to have undead that started using tactics and items. My mind went back to the Draugr who used armor to protect themselves from Isolde's {Dragon's Breath}. Even the Normies knew how to use harpoons. That was how they captured her in the first place.
All our tactics were for mindless mobs. The Siren squads were the ones who made sure that anything above rank F was neutralized. To put it bluntly, Hellsend was specialized in beating the crap out of mindless morons.
'I still do not know how we would fare against powerful armies that could think.'
That was put to the test when we faced Andromalius. Without {Recursion}, my entire army would have been destroyed in the first exchange. To prevent that from happening again, I must improve our tactics and weapons.
Fortunately, humans were nothing if not experts in warfare. The only problem was how to put that knowledge into practice. I was glad that soone had figured out that we should exploit Isolde. A flight of dragons was a powerful card to play.
'We can give Mike and the riders RPG's or Javelins, making them a rapid response unit.'
Though, if you think about it, as we gain more and more hardware, would we even need smarter tactics? A mindless or thinking zombie would explode all the sa if hit with an 81mm mortar round. What if we bless the motherfuckers?
'It would not only be a bloodbath, but a thorough bleaching!'
Unaware of what was going through my mind, Nyda grabbed my hands and kissed them. Her emotions revealed the relief she felt. For those longing for a relief, the promise of salvation was the sweetest drug.
"Thank you! Thank You! I vow to serve you only from this day forward. Please save Evelyn, my lord!"
Leo, on the other hand, seed nervous. Death resonance leaked from him, indicating his apprehension.
"Limitless. I am grateful for your assurance. But what do you want in return? We are only P2 adventurers, the items we displayed earlier were all we had. We have nothing more to offer."
Judging from his deanor, the two of them were indeed a good match. It was a good thing that not everyone in a group always agreed with each other.
Conflicts of opinion actually allow ideas to be refined. Like carbon under pressure, if there was no resistance, there could not be diamonds.
"You're wrong about sothing," I said curtly.
"What?"
"I never said I would do it for either of you. The value you bring is not worth the risk of this assault."
"Then why are you helping us?"
"I said that before, didn't I? I am repaying my debt. Evelyn Flowers has been instruntal to Hellsend. She is one of my people. And she belongs to Hellsend. Thus, I will get her back.
By any ans necessary. It's that simple."
"What? But it wasn't Evelyn who helped you. It was a replica soul gear! Your logic makes no sense! I do not understand! Were you seduced by the picture?
Or did you want to make her your wife or sothing?"
It wasn't like I could tell him about soulgears and egos. To those who did not know that soulgears still carried the souls of their reapers, my words would seem like bullshit.
'But I could care less what others think.'
Not willing to waste any more ti, I turned to Phillip.
"Send everything you have from the 24th to the 35th floor. After I talk to Amari and Mia, I will co back here."
Phillip saluted and bowed reverently, "As you wish, my lord."
As I left, I could hear my n all continuing to chat with Leo and Nyda.
"Stop trying to understand the boss's logic. He just does what he wants."
"JA! Ami is impulsive! He is also crazy!"
"Amigo, Hefe does not follow normal thinking. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried to raise an army from the Formless and the Saints."
"Although this ans that you are now unofficially part of Hellsend. Congratulations," Joshua comnted.
"White boy stupid. But keeps word. Get up, we go save sister."
"The rumors are all true, nigga. Once you beco one of Limitless' people, even death can't take you."
"Patron's integrity is why we all follow him. Believe him. He will save Evelyn; I am sure of it."
"Thank you all...thank you so much....Leo! Leo! You were right!"
"I'm so happy for you, Nyda. Thank goodness."
As the adventurers celebrated, I heard Cynthia complaining off to the side. "I guess this ans we have to prepare for a monster subjugation in addition to the migration to the 24th floor, right Addi?"
"Hahaha! Why are you still surprised? We have never had a boring day since we t the lord! Once the bloodsuckers et him, his na will spread even to the demons!"
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"The patron is the GOAT! The 24th floor will never be the sa once he arrives!"
Unable to contain the pride I felt from their words, I walked out of the eting room in high spirits. Before I could leave the lobby, two more clerks greeted with salutes.
"We greet the lord of Hellsend, the esteed Limitless. Hail!" X2
"Wil, Tildi. Do you need sothing?"
The redhead with the glasses went first. She curtsied and began to speak.
"My lord, Amara Soldat and Mia Flair are in eting room two. Since you were still in a eting, I took the liberty of leading them to another room to wait."
"I see, thank you for your help Tildi. I was about to go to them next."
"My lord, I would advise you to go to eting room three first, if possible," Wil interjected.
"Explain."
"My lord, Gareth Faesten, the general manager of the 24th floor, has been eagerly waiting for you since last week. He says it is an urgent matter. I think his patience has already reached its limit. According to the reports, the 24th floor is on the verge of collapsing."
Well, I kind of forgot about that. According to the headlines, Gareth has been waiting for since last week. As the new owner, I was now responsible for the 24th floor. Unfortunately, like a complete bastard, David had abandoned it.
'I didn't even know how to do it, to be honest. Fortifications take ti and money to build. Luckily, I had both. But I would still probably have to ask the girls for their opinion.'
"I see. Thank you Wil, you are right," I turned to Tildi and gave her further instructions.
"Tildi, please tell Amari and Mia that I will go to them after talking to Gareth."
"I understand, my lord. Then please excuse ."
The clerk curtsied and left for eting room two. Wil, on the other hand, waited in place.
"Co with Wil, write down everything we talk about and tell if I missed anything. Phillip already has his assignnt."
"Sir!"
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