Crimson Eternal - Book 6 - Chapter 8

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Aria

I almost feel bad for Asher. But I don’t. Because, if I have to deal with the nuisance, so does he.

It’s only fair, after all.

I give a firm nod of my head at that thought before ignoring War and turning my attention back outside again. Where I see the enemy forces all retreating. Exiting my miasma and death energy.

Thanks to that, I go ahead and open a gate to teleport straight to War’s world. Then I set up my Death’s Court in his Hunter’s Spot again. Since the large-scale battle is over now.

And with that done, I pass through the gate again to return to my ship.

Just seconds after returning, I find a call coming in through my terminal. One from the commander of the forces I’m working with.

I accept the call before finding the man bowing his head towards me already as he says, “I thank you, Princess Aria, for your aid in this battle. We would have been wiped out if not for you.”

“Sure, sure,” I respond half-heartedly with a wave of my hand before putting my hands in my jacket pockets as Asher follows my hand into said pocket while shrinking. Only to stick his head out of my pocket to glare at War.

After that, the commander of the empire’s forces continues to talk to me with very sweet words, complimenting me quite a bit in the process. No doubt because of my status as both a Horseman of the Apocalypse and as a Princess of one of the Grand-level nations and daughter of two different Grands.

“I don’t remember the last time I heard such flowery language,” War says with a laugh as he walks around me to look at the screen with amusement clear in his eyes.

Amusement that grows even more intense when he sees the commander freeze up with fear.

Yeah, that’s understandable. War is very eccentric and does what he wants. Even if he promised me not to go picking fights or killing people.

“Ignore him,” I tell the commander.

Of course, he doesn’t just start ignoring the guy. What with how his eyes keep glancing over at War repeatedly on the screen.

Anyway, we continue our conversation with considerably less flattery after that. Which is preferable for me, if I’m being honest.

And during the conversation, we make plans for my next operation.

An operation that ends up being rather interesting.

It’s also something I haven’t done in a very long time.

The goal is to destroy the enemy empire’s main military headquarters. And the plan to do it involves me slicing myself up into small parts and infiltrating the military headquarters through their supply drop. Since the Rein Empire has spies amongst their suppliers.

After that I’ll bring in some explosives, set them up around the enemy headquarters, then blow them up.

As for the enemy capturing me?

That’s not really possible. Not when I can escape with ease simply by entering the Plane of Death.

The main difficulty in this plan is how I’ll get around the base unnoticed after I get inside. Since it’ll be difficult to make my way around the entire base without being discovered.

Very difficult.

Sure, I don’t have to worry about my entrance, what with me not registering as being alive on life detectors. Since my body is made entirely of death energy and all. But there are plenty of scanners all across the headquarters along with various security features and cameras and guards.

What’s worse is that I can’t easily disguise myself.

My body pretty much rebels against any attempt to disguise it.

Dying my hair makes my hair return to its original color immediately, contacts end up being fried just from being put in my eyes, and so on. And it would look weird to walk around their base while covering up my face and hair.

Although I guess all I need to do is cover up my face, not my hair.

White hair is a feature of crimsons, so I’m not unique there.

I begin to discuss the matter with the commander for a while before we find a solution for the matter.

A rather simple solution at that.

This is going to be interesting.

“What about me?” War asks while pointing at himself, reminding me of his existence.

The commander thinks fast and immediately spits out a solution, “You can serve as a distraction for the operation. All you need to do is appear outside of the station. You can even challenge their forces to duels if you wish. It might help the operation.”

War begins to rub his hands together with a wide smile on his face.

Clearly excited at the prospect of fighting.

I roll my eyes with a faint smile before declaring, “Then let’s start as soon as possible.”

This is going to be very interesting.

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The Enemy Fleet’s Command Ship

“This is an emergency!” Qualta, the commander of the Gratale fleet exclaims into the comms. “A fucking emergency! Why the fucking hell is there a damned Horseman fighting for them?!”

“I repeat, the Rein Empire managed to hire the Horseman of Death during her latest trip,” the officer on the other end of the comms repeats himself. “The Supreme Commanders don’t view her as a major threat, therefore please handle the matter as carefully as you can. The Horseman of Death has not seriously participated in any wars for over a century, and she won’t change just for our war. Do not say anything to anger her and the Crimson Empire behind her.”

And without another word, the officer cuts the feed. Pissing Qualta off even more.

“Those fucking bastards! They’re leaving this to me?! Are they fucking serious?!” Qualta borderline screams, making all of the subordinates on the bridge flinch upon hearing her. But none of them feel annoyed at their superior because none of them are happy with the situation either. “Do they not remember how the Horseman started to make her name in the first place?! She started out as a damned successful mercenary, and now these idiots are… Agh!!!!”

Qualta stops talking partway through and starts gripping her head and screaming out loud in anger and frustration.

She knows full well how intelligent the Horseman of Death is, as well as how unique her powers and methods are. All because of her past as a mercenary before becoming a commander in the Gratale fleet. And thanks to that knowledge, she knows that there’s one thing the Crimson Princess is known for in the mercenary world.

Blowing up things.

Especially the headquarters of whatever enemies she currently has.

Qualta clenches her fists before slamming one of them on the armrest of her commander’s seat. Then she stands up and sweeps her arm in front of her while declaring, “Hurry back to headquarters now! We have to set up as many patrols throughout it to defend against infiltrators as possible! And set up the blast voids too!”

Everyone on the ship immediately gets to work sending word throughout the entire remainder of her fleet. Following which her fleet heads straight to the main headquarters.

Please let it not be too late…

Qualta knows very well what sort of consequence the Horseman of Death’s actions could have on the war if she blows up the entire main headquarters.

So the moment she arrives at the main headquarters, feeling very relieved that it’s still here, she rushes to have her soldiers who number in the millions swarm through the headquarters searching for the Horseman of Death while setting up the blast voids.

Even searching every ship that enters the main headquarters as well.

And when she gets a call from the Supreme Commanders, she just says that they left the matter of dealing with the Horseman of Death to her, so they can’t complain about how she handles the situation.

Hours pass, and then days. All while Qualta quietly stares from the main security hub of the main headquarters.

It looks like I’ve made it on time. Now I just have to wait.