Having secured a massive reward from Akan, Caron wasted no time in reaching out to Azureocean Castle and the Pajar Sultanate.0

Sir Zerath, bound by the promise of that reward, had no choice but to accept, albeit reluctantly. The Pajar Sultanate, on the other hand, welcomed the proposal with open arms.0

There was only one reason the Pajar Sultanate had so readily agreed to Caron's request—to use the dwarven liberation as a pretext to absorb the forces of the noble families executed in the rebellion into their central army.0

And finally, there was the Magic Tower.0

"An ancient weapon? If that turns out to be a lie… You do know what'll happen, right?" the Magic Tower Master asked.0

"Oh, come on, Magic Tower Master. Have you spent your whole life being deceived?" Caron replied smoothly.0

"It just so happens I was getting bored. Let me guess—you want support from the Magic Corps? And on top of that, you've got the Oceanwolf Knight Order and the Pajar Sultanate's elite soldiers in on this… What is this, preparations for war?" the Magic Tower Master asked.0

"Two long-standing rival nations setting aside their differences in the face of the dwarves' tragedy—now that is a justification worth fighting for, don't you think?" Caron replied.0

Caron was settling matters directly with the Magic Tower Master. The two were communicating via a secure channel, a direct line connecting them. As expected, the Magic Tower Master was more than willing to get involved.0

"Titan... Others might not know much, but I know it well. It was an ancient weapon, wasn't it?" the...0