Red Storm

Book 4-7.3

The Silence Empire had a lot of spies to receive a flood of information.

They had a system in place to first determine which was important for the informants in the Empire needed to see and which were not, before the Emperor and Crown Prince’s personal experts looked through the pile once more. Even still, there was quite a lot of information for them to know.

The Emperor of the Empire. Once Emperor Shaone Fury Silence II relinquished all power to the crown prince and retired due to old age, Shaone Fury Silence III had to look for important information from even a large pile.

The biggest issue for the Silence Empire right now was of course the upcoming war with the Rojini Kingdom.

A population of 25 million, 50,000 knights and 400,000 infantry soldiers. In addition, 5,000 members of a Special Forces team made up of people with special skills.

The only kingdom that could take on the Silence Empire with that much military force was that Rojini Kingdom.

They had gone through an unexpected reform after a civil war and was growing at an extremely quick pace.

Most importantly, their citizens were receiving a lot of support from the royal family that their national pride was extremely stable. It was something that citizens of other countries could not even dream about.

“Damn it.”

Shaone threw the information about the Rojini Kingdom before uncommonly swearing. After spending a lot of effort and money, he had finally received information about the strength of the Rojini Kingdom.

‘They have ten war-related weapon masters?’

Shaone could feel his head aching. Masters played an extremely important role during war.

You could consider that a single master had the strength of thousands of knights. Of course they didn’t really have the fighting force of thousands of warriors, but with the right strategy, they definitely had enough strength to have such an impact.

Most importantly, they served as a symbol. The amount of masters greatly impacted the morale of the soldiers. That was why this number of ten brought such a headache to Shaone.

The Silence Empire had a total of nine masters.

‘Damn it. How could they have ten? Things are getting more complicated. The only thing we have on them is the number of warriors. We should have either not touched them at all or destroyed them completely while they were going through their civil war.’

Shaone had such thoughts, but it was already too late to regret it.

Shaone pressed down on his temples as he started to look through other files. He then landed on a report about the desert.

Shaone clicked his tongue. His idiotic younger brother had screwed things up, and the diplomat tried to fix things up before actually making things worse.

If the empire had been able to get some warriors from the desert, he would not have such a headache. Things would not be like this if they were able to even get one of Pareia’s third generation warriors, who were known to be at the continent’s master level, as reinforcement.

But this was also too late to regret. Shaone was not someone to regret anything, so all he could do was curse and hold back his anger. However, he could not help but become angry again after reading the report.

The report indicated that Pareia’s construction of the castle was definitely aimed at the Empire. It wasn’t like he did not expect this, but looking at the construction speed and the size of this castle, it could become a great danger for them in the future.

It would normally not be an issue, but they were currently preparing to go to war with the Rojini Kingdom.

Even the Assassin Guild who was a hidden power for him could not properly damage them before becoming disbanded. Shaone had another source of headache.

“Hmm?”

He then read through multiple pages of information about the desert.

The reason Pareia was suddenly able to develop like this. As well as the unification of the remaining tribes in the Eastern Desert.

Shaone lowered the hand on his temple and rubbed his chin. His cheeks then started to rise toward his eyes as he smiled.

This warrior, who anyone could tell was not average, was sitting on a sandy hill looking toward the falling sunset as he was deep in thought.

‘I wanted to make your will a reality, but the time and people are not moving as I wish.’

The warrior let out an uncharacteristic long sigh. He had never felt like this since becoming a warrior. This warrior was someone who had always given his best no matter the situation.

But his surroundings had given this warrior quite a lot of wrinkles.

He was already over 40 years of age. The fact that he had not managed to achieve anything made this warrior even more depressed.

He longed for some people. He really missed them a lot. The wise Glow who understood and relied on him, as well as the other Greatest Warriors. It was because of them that he was able to forget about everything else and show them everything he got. But there was nobody left who could understand him.

There were now only people who envied him while leaning on him for everything.

‘Pareia has now become an entity that we cannot touch unless they show a really big opening. What am I supposed to do in such a situation?’

This must have been it. This must have been the reason this warrior’s heart was so unsettled. He was unable to find a way for his tribe to push forward.

“Venersis-nim.”

At that moment, the warrior looked back toward the voice calling out to him.

“Buchord.”

Venersis called out to the warrior who represented the only group of people he could rely on.

“Your image from the back looks quite foreign.”

Venersis put on a bitter smile at Buchord’s words. The only warrior who understood his pain had realized his thoughts.

“Did I seem that way?”

Venersis’s answer made him seem even more foreign to Buchord, the lead warrior of the Desert Sword. He could no longer see the tough warrior who led this group of tough warriors and could only see an average warrior full of anxiety.

“Did the Glow again……”

“No. I think I just became reflective after seeing the fallen sunset.”

Venersis shook his head as Buchord cautiously asked. This type of worry was enough for one person to have.

But Buchord was not someone who would not recognize such a thing. Buchord had already been running through the battlefields with Venersis for over twenty years already. The years he spent drawn in by Venersis’s pure strength helped him understand Venersis better than anybody else.

“I know that you are coming back from meeting with the Glow.”

Venersis looked toward Buchord with disbelief as he started to answer.

“It’s the same everyday. Anyways, did the training go well?”

“The warriors are waiting for you. Everyone wants to be beat up by Venersis-nim.”

“Is that so?”

As Venersis returned to his usual expression and happily responded, Buchord started to smile internally. He wanted to help lessen the burden on the warrior he served, but he didn’t really have any other way but to make him think about other things.

How could someone dare to try to help him resolve a situation Venersis could not solve? He was Venersis, the War God of the Desert.

“Old memories seem to be remaining in their heads.”

“What memories?”

Venersis asked in response to Buchord’s words.

“The time we were unable to pierce through those baby chick warriors called the Red Storm. The fact that we could not follow Venersis-nim’s line properly was quite shocking to us.”

“It was not your fault. They were abnormally strong. Even I was blocked off by that young Glow’s interference. We need to accept that they are strong. That is how goals are created.”

“We just need to wait for the next war as we trained to the best of our abilities the last few years. We finally finished the goal we set for ourselves today. Now we are looking to get our Greatest Warrior’s evaluation.”

“Hooo~ I’m looking forward to it.”

Venersis was amused as he started to descend the sand hill with Buchord.