I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 677 Fictional Setting
late at night.

Seven hundred kilometers east of Xuan Shui City lies a village called Chuck.

Chak Village faces the Derinbil River, which flows directly into Sword Bay, and is backed by the complex terrain of the Grey Peak Mountains, making it an excellent stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, as well as a good base for guerrilla warfare.

In the village, an abandoned, damp wine cellar.

Twelve chairs surrounded a worm-eaten wooden table, on which the only candle flickered.

Carter, the former head of the drafting corps, sat in the main seat, his face etched with exhaustion and sorrow.

He looked around at the faces of the people sitting around the table.

Three months ago, this underground resistance organization had nearly a hundred active members. Now, including the sentries on guard duty outside, only forty-seven remain.

He tapped his knuckles on the table.

"The Seventh General Meeting of the Wings of Light shall now begin."

Carter's voice was deep and resonant, like an echo from the earth. "First, let us observe a moment of silence for our fallen comrades."

He closed his eyes, and those young faces appeared in the darkness, followed by the expressions they wore when they died.

Although he had witnessed countless such scenes during his years in Atheron, he still couldn't remain calm as he watched these young men he had personally recruited lose their lives.

—All because of that foolish raid.

"The moment of silence has ended."

A cold voice suddenly pierced the silence, and the tall, blond young man's blue eyes swept over the crowd.

“Carter, what we need to discuss is how to get revenge, not wallow in grief.”

Carter's expression was calm, his tired eyes fixed on the young man.

— Renato Wheeler.

The first member recruited by the Wings of Light was a former knight who was purged because the Ego Cult seized power; his parents and family perished in that purge.

He was a radical with a burning anger.

He was also the one who spearheaded the attack on the Igor branch church in Xuan Shui City.

"revenge?"

Old Borg coughed, "Last time, it was because of your 'blitzkrieg' tactics that we lost so many men?"

Renato jumped up, the chair scraping loudly on the floor.

"But our achievements are remarkable, aren't they! A large number of people have learned about the Wings of Light, and we've even made the front page of the bard's newspaper! We should be even more aggressive! Target the major facilities in the major cities!"

Instead of cowering in these nooks and crannies like tortoises! I'm not targeting you, Carter, just stating what we've always thought!

Several young members nodded in agreement.

Carter shook his head secretly.

Wherever there is organization, there will be partisan disputes and differences of opinion. It is always a time to seek common ground and eliminate differences.

Even though Carter had Rhodes' financial backing, money was never the reason these people joined in the first place.

Moreover, in such organizations, those who have compelling reasons to participate are always the main force.

He must admit his mistake.

I underestimated the members' eagerness for revenge.

Carter said slowly, "We are not an army, at least not now, in the dark, until..."

"Till what time?"

Another Renato follower spoke up, interrupting him, "You say we should wait for the right time, Carter, but the Ego Cult is slaughtering people every day and conducting all sorts of cruel experiments on civilians in the name of resisting the other dimension!"

The temperature in the wine cellar seemed to rise suddenly.

"Renato has a plan."

Glenn, a blacksmith by trade, suddenly spoke up, “We should listen.”

Renato turned to Carter, a strange smile playing on his lips. Carter's expression remained unchanged; he'd seen that smile far too many times, usually before someone was about to make a foolish decision.

Carter also learned of the approval from several radical young people.

Even with the support of behind-the-scenes financial backers, such organizations, which are about ideals and beliefs, can still be undermined.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rhodes. It's my fault. I've always managed it like a legion.
Carter pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Advent".

Renato unfolded a parchment with a plan of Silvermoon City's intricate sewer system. "A month from now, the Silvermoon City church will hold a festival, and the local priests, bishops, and pastors will gather together. We can take them all down at once!"

The sound of air being drawn out echoed from the wine cellar.

Carter felt his blood freeze in his veins: "Are you crazy? That's suicide! And there will be a large congregation at the church then!"

“Necessary sacrifices,” Renato said coldly.
Another follower said, "If you continue down your path, Carter, soon there will be no innocent people left."

Let's vote.

Glenn said, avoiding Carter's gaze.

"Those who support Renato's plan, please raise your hands."

Familiar arms were raised one after another, giving them an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Carter shook his head; he couldn't stay there any longer. He grabbed the longsword hanging on the wall.

As the heavy wooden door to the wine cellar was pulled open, Renato's voice came from behind: "Sometimes, Carter, you have to fight darkness with darkness."

Carter did not answer.

The outside was shrouded in darkness. With a grim face, he saw two familiar figures being watched by the guards not far away.

Catwoman Chloe and sorceress Doris.

The Alliance provides assistance and serves as a contact person for Wings of Light.

“Hey, Uncle Carter.” Doris waved.

Chloe was a little embarrassed, but her hearing was sharper: "I hope there's no sign of a split within your organization. I've seen plenty of organizations like that."

Carter shook his head: "No organization is unified in its ideology from the beginning. The failure to achieve balance and adjustment was also my mistake. Even if we develop another organization, the same problem will arise. If we run away as soon as we encounter a problem, I'm afraid we will fail to live up to that person's expectations."

“Silvermoon City is not as loosely organized as Waterfall City, especially given your past record.”

"I will do my best to salvage the situation. And, optimistically speaking, trying different strategies might also help with the future course of events."

Carter gave a bitter smile.

Doris didn't quite understand, but she still put her hands on her hips and said, "I don't know much about routes and people's hearts, but as long as it involves fighting, with that guy from the Far West Forest around, there shouldn't be any problems, right? Carter, you need to learn to ask for help."

The following day, Dimia successfully advanced to the seventh-tier legendary mage.

He came to the forest to find Rhodes early in the morning, excitedly saying he wanted to try out magic in the Death Desert.

Since planting the labyrinth, the witch has ventured into it much less often, and even when she needs to find Rhodes, she does so through the [Chain of Distant Words].

But this time she was so excited that she obviously overlooked the succubus's habit of eating breakfast in bed.

When she and Sharon pushed open the door of the ranger's cabin.

Terry was eating an egg ball with her head tilted back, and a huge one was lying on her face, terrifyingly taking up most of her small face.

Dimia was terrified and immediately fled in panic.

All that remained were the open door, an embarrassed Rod, a ravenous Terry, and a sneering Sharon.

Fortunately.

after an hour.

After the witch returned blushing and apologizing, the trial of the legendary spell could finally begin.

(End of this chapter)