The disturbance on the train didn't last very long.
The group that chose to act was quickly suppressed directly by the soldiers on board, who also searched for the comrade who had jumped off the train under cover.
Throughout this incident, Ronald and his group didn't make a move.
Ronald didn't because he was still unclear about the reason and wasn't sure what the real details of the matter were, so naturally, he would not take sides or help either party.
The reaction of Costate was quite interesting.
The Entrod spy chief took no action at all but watched very seriously as the situation on the train changed. It was truly uncertain—whether he planned to adjust his strategy based on the circumstances, or intended to settle scores with these individuals later.
A few more minutes passed.
The previously injured soldiers were taken out of the carriage, and a fresh group with poor complexions replaced them, continuing the work of inspecting passengers in the carriage.
Seeing this scene, Costate even rarely spoke softly with praise:
"Not forgetting the rules and regulations despite the ergency situation, these young people have perford well."
Ronald also nodded in agreent:
"Their capability is indeed comndable."
Frankly speaking, setting aside issues of identity and attitudes.
The soldiers on the train had dealt with the ergency and in just a few minutes brought everything back on track, even rembering to continue the passenger inspection that they had been conducting.
Order was quickly restored after the chaos.
This was definitely praiseworthy for their excellent work capacity.
...
But soon enough, Ronald and his group's ntality changed.
Because that group had reached their location!
"Put your hands up, don't move!"
"Get that guy up, too!"
"..."
The soldiers' attitude during the inspection was no different from before.
Ronald and his group didn't mind cooperating under such circumstances.
However, seated at the very back of the group was soone unsuitable and almost guaranteed to cause a misunderstanding—Siesta.
The young cultist girl was also sensible.
Upon hearing the soldiers' voices, Siesta imdiately realized this was a rare and valuable opportunity and spat out the cloth gag in her mouth with all her might.
"Wow! Help !"
"These people are spies from Gried, soone save !"
"..."
The atmosphere in the carriage, already quite tense, now almost reached its peak.
Nobody had expected that in a place where an incident had just occurred, such events would continue to unfold one after another.
Especially since Siesta's performance was so powerful.
That look of earnest hope amidst despair, cries of appeal mixing with sorrow, and her own quick move to assu a vulnerable posture, all made her victim identity seem incredibly real.
To be honest.
If Ronald hadn't used his Reconnaissance Spell and seen such a girl, perhaps he too would have been deceived by her lifelike acting.
"You all, hands on your heads and kneel on the ground!"
"Do not make any unnecessary moves!"
"..."
The soldiers were also quite tense.
They were just ordinary soldiers and, in this era of limited communication abilities, they didn't recognize Costate, the important figure responsible for intelligence. At this mont, deceived by Siesta's performance, their spirits nearly reached a breaking point.
Ronald was very certain about one thing.
If he made any superfluous move now—these young people would definitely not hesitate to open fire.
Under such circumstances, Ronald made a very subtle glance at Costate beside him, conveying his attitude with his eyes—'This is your territory, aren't you going to do sothing about it?'
"..."
R'lyeh smiled helplessly.
With things turning out this way, he truly had no other choice.
The spy leader's expression changed instantly, his gaze seriously locking onto the few n before him.
"Young man, don't be too impulsive."
"Have your person in charge—I believe it's Eden, right? Have him co over, things aren't quite what you think."
"..."
Ronald saw everything clearly.
As R'lyeh spoke, a subtle spell descended upon the soldiers. Many of the young n were ready to shoot under the pressing atmosphere, but in fact, their bodies were not obeying their commands at all.
—It was "Human Body Construction".
Ronald imdiately realized the situation at hand.
As Hiloyce's forr superior, R'lyeh was likely the possessor of "Human Body Construction." This spell, capable of imdiately controlling another's body, must be a highly skilled ability from the original text.
anwhile, R'lyeh's actions continued.
The spy leader first controlled Shiesta, who still seed ready to do sothing, then picked out a young soldier and patted his shoulder.
"Mr. tt, I know you are soone who can handle matters calmly."
"Go and call Eden over."
The young soldier's eyes widened, and he suddenly stepped back twice.
Indeed, he was the calst among the soldiers, pondering how to break the situation even as his body was controlled.
But now…
This dangerous individual hiding on the train had actually called out his na?
How did the other party know?
Could it be that these people were prepared in advance?
"..."
Realizing all the possible implications, the young soldier's mind beca very chaotic. Upon noticing that control of his body had returned to him, he headed towards the end of the carriage as if in a daze.
"Ah…"
As he watched the young giant leave the carriage, R'lyeh returned his gaze to Shiesta.
"Miss Shiesta, what do you plan to swear by today?"
"Chastity? Honor? Wealth? Life? Spirit?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you've sworn by all of these things before, haven't you?"
Shiesta, however, felt no psychological pressure at all.
Facing the grim-faced R'lyeh, the heretical Magician unhesitatingly said:
"If I swear by my father… do you think you could accept that?"
"..."
R'lyeh's face darkened completely.
After that, the spy leader didn't ask further, took a cloth strip and stuffed it back into Shiesta's mouth, securing it tightly with a few wraps.
After finishing this, R'lyeh addressed Ronald once more:
"Mr. Ronald, I've had so important dealings with Miss Shiesta's father and I hope you don't mind such matters."
"Not a problem at all," Ronald certainly didn't mind.
He nodded, then sat back down with Costate.
"..."
The departing young giant moved quickly.
Shortly after, a man clearly dressed as a military officer burst into the carriage with several people, and almost everyone instantly pointed their guns at R'lyeh.
"Who dares, dares to…"
The officer had been prepared to say sothing fierce with his vicious face.
But when he saw R'lyeh's appearance, his legs went weak in an instant, he couldn't even hold onto his service weapon, and his voice trembled severely:
"R'… R'lyeh, sir?"
"You all, put your guns down!"
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