Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 80: To Each Their Faith

Wade Xeclyde looked out of the window as he waited for the sunlight to bask upon the lands once more.

Everyday, dawn and dusk; these were the fixed resting times for the grand labyrinth that had segmented the streets into dozens of individual pieces. For an hour during these two periods, the lingering fog would recede temporarily, allowing one to navigate through the labyrinth without suffering from impaired visibility.

However, after the hour was up, the fog would creep back in and a new labyrinth would emerge, rendering all of the information collected over the past half a day useless. This was also the reason why Wade's allied armies were unable to find Victoria and Ponte no matter how they combed the area.

Unless they were able to gather an army of over a hundred thousand to fill up the entire street, their chances of reaching Victoria and Ponte banked entirely on luck. Furthermore, their armies couldn't afford to advance too quickly due to the poor visibility, which meant that the efficiency of their search was lower than expected.

Just last night, however, Wade found a new ray of hope. There was no need for him to search blindly anymore, for he had detected a resonance with the royal bloodline on Locke Street.

Without a doubt, the one who was resonating with the royal bloodline had to be Victoria. While Wade couldn't understand why she would deactivate the magic tool that was suppressing her royal bloodline, there was no doubt that this was a good opportunity for Wade to strike.

As soon as the fog dissipated at dawn, he would personally lead his armies toward where the resonance was coming from.

"Your Highness, we have no idea what Victoria and Ponte are up to. The fact that they dare to reveal their location means that it's likely for there to be a trap waiting for us there. Please remain here and allow me to go instead."

Looking at the young man gazing out of the window, Felder Elric placed his fist on his chest and spoke gravely. He felt that it was best for him to move, given the risks involved.

However, the young man he was addressing didn't respond to him. The other party continued looking out of the window quietly, as if not hearing his request.

"Felder, what do you think is the cause of my mother's death?"

"Hm? It's due to the political shenanigans of the nobles and priests of the church..."

Felder was surprised by the abrupt question posed by Wade. He blinked his eyes in confusion as he revealed his own view on the matter, but the latter shook his head in response to his answer.

"No, that's not it. That's just scraping the surface. The real reason lies in our differences."

"Differences?"

"Yes, that's right."

Wade turned around to face Felder, and he began to explain calmly.

"Geographical differences, racial differences, nationality differences, faith differences; all of these differences we have with one another induce fears. They are like fences that segregate us from one another. We view everything that stands outside our fence with fright, fearing that others would infringe on our sanctuary and threaten our existence.

"Regardless of your identity and merits, as soon as you display any difference from the majority, you'll be treated differently. It could range from subtle discrimination to genocide. That's the true cause behind my mother's death.

"Have I avenged her through this war yet? There are probably many who think that I have achieved my goal. The nobles who had sidelined and pressured her back then have already died, but that's not my end goal. It's not over yet. The vengeance I seek goes far beyond that!