Half an hour later.
"You don't have to do this," Gill said with crossed arms, looking at her with a complicated expression, asking for the nth time.
Juni looked at him warmly, "Are you caring about me now?"
Gill sighed and didn't bother with her and turned to discuss the plan with the others.
She had just gotten approval from the village center and was now being oriented in the barracks.
On paper, she was bitterly running away from being dumped. Which she was, in a sense.
But more than anything, doing something heroic was definitely a great way to distract yourself from heartbreak. She looked softly at the man who was now giving her some advice for her safety.
"Always have these weapons in your space," he said, giving her some handy weapons. Then he showed her Troy's hidden arrow weapon. "Keep this with you at all times."
Her eyes were full of him as he taught her how to use the small weapon. She nodded and listened well, knowing how annoyed he would get if she didn't.
"What if he got so close? What if he notices?" She said with a calm smile, but everyone knew what it implied.
Gill's eyebrows furrowed and looked at her. He pursed his lips. "You don't need to go… beyond necessary to get information."
She looked at him, "Like using my body?"
"Juni—"
"I know what people think I'll be doing," she said, "But I can get plenty of information without having to resort to that."
Her serious face morphed into a teasing smile. "Don't you remember? When we were teenagers—"
"Here are a few aether letters you can use to contact us." Gill cut her off, clearing his throat, and handed her a huge parchment. "There should be someone nearby to help you out."
A limitation of the aether letter was the distance limit, but they had planned on staking out a few days before they attacked, so the distance shouldn't be a problem.
Juni's lips twitched upwards. To think Gill would soon camp out, waiting for her message as if his life depended on it…
Thinking of it this way, it sounded quite romantic…
"Drake, who Fargo doesn't know, would be with you along with a couple of others. They wouldn't enter at the same time as you, but you will figure out a way to contact each other covertly.
Since they were new, Fargo wouldn't be expecting much loyalty from them. However, in the event that they get close to him somehow, they'd need to appear loyal. For this, Oslo lent them a loyalty faker.
However, after everything was ready, a certain acerbic man couldn't help but sigh, "Are you sure you're going?" Gill asked again, "It'll be troublesome to get you out of there."
This just made Juni smile, knowing he was being harsh on purpose. Regardless of whether he still had romantic feelings for her, he still cared for her very much.
"I still remember the self-defense moves you taught me. I practiced them a lot in some roles." She said. Sadly, she wasn't able to defend herself when she should.
She mused she should've learned poison-testing from Gill, but when she entered the industry, their already sparse time together was reduced even more. How could they spare the time for such lessons?
Gill was unaware of her many thoughts, turned to look at Drake. "When you're there, find a way to covertly contact the general and the others.
Drake nodded, taking note.
"The plan is for you guys to be able to safely cause chaos when the war started. You need to prepare a hiding spot, so that Fargo and his men won't be able to hunt you down when they find out what is happening.
Mathilda nodded. "Hopefully, we could end it with the Lord token in our hands and with minimal bloodshed."
The meeting finally shifted to the next points of action, some codes in writing—they knew a lot of situations would be too urgent to write full messages—set several reminders, as well as give some knowledge of Fargo that they already knew of.
For one, there was a lot of strong aborigines in there. Second, they had a lot of guns. And third, they could choose to kill a random citizen for a message and were very much willing to pull them as shields.
Drake and Juni listened well, with the latter showing unexpected focus for someone they just saw as a star who pined for Gill.
They solidified a couple more plans before adjourning. Gill couldn't help but hold of Juni's arm as she passed by him, asking her one more time: "Are you sure about this?
"It'll be very dangerous for someone like you—"
At this, Althea rolled her eyes, finally couldn't handle it. "She's the peak of level 8," she said. "Don't underestimate her."
The woman was way above average, even in their village.
While the higher leveled people naturally knew, the lower leveled ones were quite surprised. After all, very few people had reached that level—mostly just guards.
Althea had heard of Juni from her gossipy teammates.
The woman chose the wee hours to practice, and she practiced hard—harder than any other civilian. She also paid a hefty amount for the carrying service. It was no surprise she got to her current level so much faster than most people.
Althea looked at Juni in interest, before staring at her data in the Lord Panel.
Her emerald eyes zoned on the other woman's element.
Now that she had thousands of citizens, more and more unusual elements had appeared.
There were more metal Elementalists, and there were also the rare ice types like her husband's and a few electricity wielders.
Other than these there were odd elements like a mutated earth element—sand—and a mutated wind elementalist, Oxygen. The one who got the latter was interestingly also an acquaintance—the dark-skinned man named Hugo.
And then… there was Juni.
Her element?
Mutated Water Element: Acid