How to Get My Husband on My Side Chapter 108

Chapter 108

In a strange and twisted way, it had actually been the merchants running the street stalls in Elendale that had actualized Cardinal Valentino's plans. The distribution of mana stones throughout the entire capital of Britannia would not have been possible if it hadn't been for the city's most popular souvenir. Elendaleians loved selling artificial mana stones to foreigners visiting, and foreigners visiting loved having the experience of owning the famed magical artifact from a monster core, albeit a fake one.

Every shop in Elendale, whether it be a tailor shop, a mercer's shop, a bakery, a butchery, a millinery, goldsmiths, blacksmiths, carpenters, or even a bookstore—all of them had small ceramic bowls filled with ersatz stones. It was an easy way to bring in copper coins for merchants, after all.

Real mana stones were only illegally available to the common people on the black market, the price of one stone tantamount to a royal treasury. The only institutions allowed to lawfully own mana stones were Temples, since those magical artifacts were exclusively produced in the Vatican. Even then, it was only a limited amount they were permitted to have, barely enough to turn the capital city of Britannia into ashes.

So it was no surprise that any native to Elendale seeing a small pebble rolling on cobblestone pavements would undoubtedly believe that it was just a fake trinket dropped by a tourist. Supplying the Elendaleian merchants with fake stones mixed with real ones had been too easy.

The plan was foolproof.

Pietro, having overseen the process of the distribution of the mana stones, architecting the chaos, and putting the plan into motion, was hiding near the Port of Elmos and waiting on his master.

He was a man that had never failed to perform a single command. He was loyal to a fault and never questioned the orders he was given. He followed and executed them meticulously and carefully, always heeding his master's words and making sure to spare no effort.

So what followed next was, on all counts, completely unforeseen.

As soon as he had confirmed that the pandemonium had begun and arrived at the docks, a dragon with the color of the midnight sky blocked off the light of the moon as it flew past him, heading in the direction of the inner city.

The man was a bloodthirsty assassin and a monster himself, but never before had he seen a dragon, let alone so many different kinds of demons engaging in the slaughter of humans and ripping them apart. The few that existed in the southern countries were kept as entertainment for the elusive elite that partook in the highly sinful act of associating and colliding with devils. The majority of Southerners, be it commoners or nobles, would never encounter a monster in their entire lifetime.

Pietro's master was a cardinal but not once had he believed in the existence of angels and demons, in the existence of God and the Devil.

All those he had fought during his time of living, had been human beings like himself.

The sight of the devil known to be Satan's greatest servant soaring high through the heavens left him paralyzed, a strange shiver crawling up his spine and twisting around his neck like a noose. The vague realization of the existence of beings far superior, far greater than him had his blood run cold.

It was only for a moment, but he was unable to move a single inch. Not until the dragon vanished into the distance and not until he was unable to see the beast anymore. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears diminished and when he managed to wake from his stupor, he became angry with himself.

A dragon was a dragon, a mere beast that could die just like how any human could. What was there to be afraid of?

Shaking his head and arriving at the place he was supposed to rendezvous, he saw neither Cardinal Valentino nor the ship he had prepared for him in advance.

Did his master get caught? No, that was impossible.

Then, what was wrong? Where was he? Where was his sister? There was no way they hadn't gotten out of the palace yet. It appeared to be that the dragon was also heading that way, so they had no time to dillydally.

But then, where was the ship? Had they already left?

Something ominous wormed up its way in his chest.

It looked like he had some more work to do and would be stuck in this annoying backwater of a city for a while longer. He had no choice, since he had to wait for his master's orders in order to move.

“It hurts, you damn b*st*rd…”

Ed./N: “Being in the zone” is a term used in the athlete world and is a mental state that enables one to perform to the best of one's ability. You're fully immersed in the feeling of performing and focused only on that. It's a higher mental state of being once you enter it. In real life, it just means extreme focus on only the sport you're performing at the moment, usually during a competition. In here, it means that the balance between divinity and the performing of swordsmanship has completely taken over and overwritten one's senses.

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