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Chapter 62 - Joaquin's Plan

Weave a tapestry of deceit, entangling your foes in a web of mendacious tidings, wherein they dwell amidst the illusion of omniscience, oblivious to the dormant power that lies beneath your facade, underestimating the imminent threat.

***

As the Death Flower Party traversed the undulating terrain, the foreboding quarter point of their expedition to the Accursed Forest loomed ominously before them, casting a shadow of impending doom over their weary souls.

From this significant vantage point, it would still take their caravans several days to reach the cursed woodland, yet the mere ghastly visage of it was enough to instill a sense of dread, sending shivers cascading down the spines of those who beheld its presence.

The colossal trees, their twisted trunks soaring hundreds of meters towards the sky, seemed to claw at the heavens with their gnarled, outstretched branches, as though seeking salvation from the darkness that enveloped them.

The sky above the forest was a maelstrom of dark clouds, swirling and coalescing into an uncanny tapestry of despair, as if the very heavens themselves were being consumed by the insidious influence.

"What kind of creature is this?" Joaquin inquired, carefully holding and examining a lengthy, broad millipede adorned with an intricate pattern of melded color circles along its body.

Gabbi responded with a composed tone, "That is a Spinecrawler, a distinctive species belonging to the class Diplopoda."

Intrigued, Joaquin continued his questioning. "Are they edible?"

Gabbi pondered for a moment before replying, "Well, that depends on the individual who ingests it. If someone of an adept rank or lower were to consume it, they would initially be afflicted by a debilitating paralysis. Subsequently, they would endure an agonizing and pronounced distension of the abdomen, which would ultimately lead to an explosive end."

Without warning, Joaquin tossed the Spinecrawler towards Gabbi, who nimbly dodged the airborne creature.

As it sailed past him, the millipede's body split cleanly in twain.

A grin spread across Joaquin's face as he remarked, "You truly are an intriguing individual."

He sauntered over to Gabbi's side, his imposing hand clasping Gabbi's shoulder with unwavering firmness.

His expression twisted into a sinister smile as he inquired, "You're plotting something, aren't you?"

Unperturbed, Gabbi maintained his steadfast gaze, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Joaquin.

In a composed tone, he responded, "Yes, I presume you are already aware of the existing loophole within the pact."

Joaquin raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a hint of menace as he inquired, "How did you manage to discern that?"

Gabbi responded with an air of confidence, "It becomes rather evident, you see, when one meticulously examines the intricacies of the agreement. The loopholes reveal themselves quite readily to a discerning eye."

Pivoting to confront Joaquin, he proceeded, "I'd like to propose a deal."

Joaquin withdrew his hand, considering the proposition for a moment. "What's the deal?" he asked.

Gabbi explained, "We will let others unknowingly meet their own demise, while we deliberately endure a mere fraction of the injuries inflicted by the creatures lurking in the outer depths. In doing so, we can return to the kingdom and still claim some of the rewards proffered by this perilous quest."

Joaquin pondered the notion, murmuring sotto voce, "That's… Hahahahaha!" His laughter ceased abruptly, and he proclaimed, "You possess a more ruthless disposition than I initially perceived."

Joaquin gaze intensified as he inquired, "Do you suppose this loophole was deliberately contrived?"

Gabbi shook his head, his demeanor composed as he replied, "I am uncertain. It is not within my nature to engage in conjecture, particularly when I find myself bereft of pertinent information, rendering any evaluation I might offer to be virtually groundless."

Joaquin regarded him with the intensity of a hawk's piercing gaze, finally acquiescing as he said, "Very well, I must concede that your sophisticated oration resonates with an undeniable air of veracity."

With a graceful pivot, he began to saunter away, thoughtfully adding, "The party shall take a brief respite to rejuvenate before we continue our journey."

Upon uttering those words, he ambled toward the foremost caravan, progressively widening the gap between them.

Gabbi studied Joaquin's broad back, upon which two menacing axes lay at rest his gaze lingered for a few moments.

With a sense of purpose, Gabbi then turned away and strode toward the second caravan.

***

Joaquin mused to himself with a sinister air, 'It appears others have become aware of the loophole in the pact as well. I wonder if it was intentionally designed that way or merely an oversight?'

He entered the caravan and settled into a seat, his thoughts continuing to churn.

'Among all the individuals in the party, Gabbi has undoubtedly demonstrated the greatest resourcefulness, his keen intellect and analytical acumen far outstripping the combined efforts of the others,' he mused.

'As for that wretched, decrepit old man, Larry, I am plagued by an unshakable desire to wrench his jaw from his skull with my bare hands. And the dark, mysterious woman her very presence emits a repulsive odor that I find utterly nauseating. Hugo and Berto, on the other hand, are hardly worth a second thought. I have already assessed their skills and expertise, and none of them pose a significant threat to me.'

'Gabbi, that cunningly fool, has inadvertently provided me with invaluable information about the loophole. Owing to his unwitting disclosure, I am now better equipped to exploit it to my advantage. Yet, what could have possibly compelled him to share such knowledge?'

A sinister grin spread across his face as he continued, 'It is evident that he intends to manipulate me into confronting the creatures he cannot vanquish himself, all while he orchestrates a strategic retreat back to the kingdom.'

'I shall artfully manipulate him by employing my own cunning diversion. The scheme he has devised is one of exquisite simplicity. We shall decimate the party members, subtly guiding them towards their own death without directly causing it. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire, as the orchestrator's mana core would be destroyed.'

'We must engage in combat with the creatures lurking in the outer depths, sustaining injuries in the process, all while genuinely searching for the elusive Chrysanthemum, as this will satisfy the conditions of the binding agreement. Once we have been sufficiently weakened and battered, the pact will register its failure, allowing us to make a strategic retreat.'

'I will strategically utilize my two enslaved individuals and loyal henchmen as sacrificial pawn, while continuing to exploit Gabbi's invaluable expertise until we successfully navigate our way out of the treacherous Accursed Forest.'

'Upon our escape, I shall unmercifully terminate his existence and seize his larynx as a coveted trophy. Nevertheless, it is of utmost importance that I exercise the greatest caution and vigilance in Gabbi's plan as we traverse the Accursed Forest.'

Joaquin peered out of the caravan, his brow furrowing in suspicion. "Is someone tailing us?" he mused, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I've sensed something peculiar for the past couple of days."

He paused momentarily, lost in contemplation. "Alternatively," he mused, "it might just be a nomadic creature. The erratic nature of the mana in these region makes it difficult to discern with any degree of certainty."

***

Wallace and his steadfast companion peered intently into the vast expanse before them, their eyes aglow with an ethereal, luminescent mana.

With rapt attention, they scrutinized the scene unfolding in the distance, where two caravans lay at rest.

The man relayed his report, "Sucura Vesper hails from the quaint Village of Trudid, situated on the fringes of the Kingdom of Anratesvis. As an orphan, he was taken in and nurtured by an elderly woman named Edna. His expertise lies in the art of wielding twin daggers with finesse. Weakened by divine retribution after his banishment, there will be no significant repercussions should we decide to abduct or eliminate him."

Wallace nodded thoughtfully and then issued his instructions, "Make all necessary arrangements for this evening's operation. Our target is hidden among those individuals, except for those bearing prisoner tattoos and enslaved chains. The strategy will be to discreetly apprehend them one by one, employing the utmost caution and precision."

He paused momentarily, then proceeded with an air of gravitas, "Be particularly vigilant of the most formidable figure among them the one brandishing a pair of menacing axes. Should our plan falter or circumstances take an unexpected turn, it is imperative that our men are ready to assume their designated positions without hesitation."

The man acknowledged his directives with a subtle nod, his expression resolute.

As he pivoted gracefully, his form seemed to dissolve into a hazy blur, ultimately disappearing from sight.

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