My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 388

"That you might not be here when he returns," Seraphina completed quietly.

"Yes."

Seraphina considered carefully. "What would you want to tell him?"

Lyra thought for a long mont before answering.

"Tell him the truth. All of it." Her voice steadied. "Tell him Commander Elric arrived with four thousand soldiers and four heroes three days ago—a week ahead of predicted schedule. Tell him we’ve lost First and Second Lines but are fortifying Third Line. Tell him we’ve suffered three hundred thirty casualties out of nine hundred seventy-three original defenders."

She continued, her tactical mind organizing information even as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

"Tell him about the casualties. Na them if you can—he knew many of these fighters personally. Tell him about Grok who held a stairway for five minutes. About Pix who died with sixteen enemy kills from her archery. About all the goblins and orcs and serpentfolk and humans who’ve died defending what he built."

Seraphina listened quietly, seeing the weight of command on Lyra’s shoulders.

"Tell him about Loki’s reinforcents arriving soon. Tell him we’re trying to hold until then. Tell him..." Lyra’s voice caught slightly, "...tell him I’m doing everything I can to preserve his settlent and his people. That I’m making the decisions I think he’d make if he were here."

"He trusts you, Lyra. He left you in command because he knew you could handle this."

"I don’t know if I can handle this." The admission ca quietly. Said Lyra

"Yet you’ve done well. Your tactical decisions today saved the army."

"I lost a hundred eighteen fighters today. I retreated from a fortified position. I—"

"You preserved the army when staying would have ant annihilation." Seraphina’s voice was firm. "That’s good command, Lyra. Knowing when to hold and when to retreat is perhaps the most important skill a commander can have."

Lyra absorbed this, then straightened, pushing emotion aside.

"Tell Satou all of that. Tell him about the tactical situation, the casualties, the heroes, Loki’s reinforcents. And tell him..." She paused, then continued with quiet intensity, "...tell him that even if we fall before he returns, we made them pay for every inch. We killed six hundred eighty-four of their soldiers. We made Elric work for this victory. We proved that a settlent of ’monsters and demon-allied forces’ could stand against the Church’s army and make them bleed."

"I’ll tell him." Seraphina’s otherworldly presence seed to shimr in the darkness. "Both ssages. To Loki and to Satou."

"How long will it take you to prepare the ritual?"

"Thirty minutes for each ssage. The magic requires careful encoding—I need to compress all that information into a construct that can travel ethereally without degrading." Seraphina looked toward the ritual chamber. "I’ll begin imdiately."

"Thank you." Lyra’s voice carried genuine gratitude. "For everything. For bringing your corruption specialists. For the contamination spell that killed a hundred fifty-three humans. For staying here when you could have prioritized your own kingdom’s safety."

"This settlent matters," Seraphina replied simply. "Not just strategically, though it does sit between three demon lord territories and the human kingdoms. But because of what Satou built here—a place where goblins and orcs and serpentfolk and humans and demons can coexist. That’s... rare. Worth fighting for."

She paused, then added quietly, "And because you matter, Lyra. You and Satou and Jessica and Kelvin and all the others who’ve made this place work. I’ve seen a lot of settlents in six hundred years. Most fail because they’re built on exploitation or fear or temporary convenience. This one’s built on sothing more durable."

Lyra felt unexpected emotion at those words.

"I hope we survive long enough to prove that."

"We will. Loki’s reinforcents will arrive. We’ll hold until then." Seraphina’s confidence seed genuine despite the odds. "But I’ll send both ssages. Make sure Loki knows the urgency. Make sure Satou knows what’s happening."

She turned toward the ritual chamber, then paused.

"Lyra? One more thing."

"Yes?"

"In the ssage to Satou... should I tell him about your doubts? About how you’re questioning whether you can handle this command?"

Lyra considered for a long mont.

"No. Tell him I’m doing my best. Tell him I’m making tactical decisions based on survival and force preservation. Tell him the truth about casualties and the situation. But don’t tell him I’m doubting myself." Her voice strengthened. "Because by tomorrow morning, I won’t be. Tonight I can have doubts. Tomorrow I command six hundred fighters against an army and four heroes. There’s no room for doubt when lives depend on my decisions."

Seraphina smiled—a rare expression on her demon lord features.

"That’s why Satou chose you. That understanding that command requires certainty even when you’re uncertain." She moved toward the ritual chamber. "I’ll send both ssages. Loki will know the urgency. Satou will know we’re fighting. And tomorrow, we hold Third Line as long as possible, then retreat to settlent core and hold there until reinforcents arrive."

"And if reinforcents don’t arrive in ti?"

"Then we make sure the Church rembers this settlent. Make sure Elric pays such a high price that other commanders hesitate before attacking demon-allied settlents. Make sure that even in defeat, we achieve sothing aningful."

Lyra nodded slowly. "Make them rember."

"Exactly."

Seraphina entered the ritual chamber, preparing to send two magical ssages across vast distances—one to a demon lord who could potentially save them, one to the settlent’s founder who might return to find his ho destroyed.

Lyra watched her go, then turned back to the fortifications.

Tomorrow would be hell. Four heroes, twenty-three hundred soldiers, maximum assault.

But tonight, they’d done everything possible to improve their chances.

Strategic withdrawal to preserve the army. Contamination spell that killed one hundred fifty-three enemies. Fortifying Third Line as much as ti allowed. And now, ssages sent to potential allies explaining the desperate situation.

Sotis survival wasn’t about winning battles. It was about making the right moves, buying ti, and hoping reinforcents arrived before you ran out of fighters.

Lyra looked at the defensive positions around Third Line. Everyone was exhausted and resting while they could. Wounded being treated with inadequate supplies. Engineers still working by torchlight to strengthen walls.