Chapter Fifty-Eight: Brothers, Charge Forward for Me!

After the speech ended, the night elves were swiftly divided into squads, each choosing their own commander. Elsewhere, a number of figures in black lined up beneath a portrait, offering flowers one by one. The portrait depicted a black-clad figure, with white paper inscriptions at either side.

“A hero honored by all, a martyr remembered for generations.”

Many of the female night elves wept bitterly beneath the portrait, while Eve was left somewhat dumbfounded. All these night elves had actually believed the Little Prince, and worse, he had brazenly made himself out to be a martyr—even though he wasn’t dead at all!

Eve looked at Linley with a peculiar gaze. “Little Prince…”

“Call me Boss!”

“…Boss.” Eve paused. “What exactly are you doing?”

“That’s obvious. We’re going to save Big Sister.” Linley puffed out his chest. “With so many people helping me, I’ll have her out in no time!”

Suddenly, Eve was genuinely impressed. To stir up chaos in the night elves’ royal city, seize the moment to form a resistance, and have the night elves believe in him—who else could do this? Who else could pull it off?

“Boss!” A black-clad figure approached Linley. “We’ve chosen our commanders. What’s the first mission?”

“We’re too few in number. The first mission is to recruit more members!” Linley declared, then suddenly felt his stomach growl. “Hmm, let’s set that aside. Your first task… go find us some food. And make sure there’s beef.”

The black-clad figure blinked. “Why beef?”

“To make steak!” Linley thought to himself, suddenly craving a steak.

But on the surface, he patted the figure’s shoulder. “Our organization has just been established. Everyone’s still recovering from the chaos. You can’t rush a hot meal. Let’s take some time to get familiar with each other.”

“Oh.” The figure nodded in realization. “I’ll have someone prepare food immediately!”

Linley nodded in satisfaction. After the figure left, he waved at Eve. “I’ll leave the detailed grouping and management to you, and collect all kinds of intelligence as well.”

“…Alright.”

Eve sighed, knowing full well the troublesome tasks would end up hers.

Within the organization were both commoners and nobles, and even restaurant owners among the night elves. They enthusiastically brought food—and even slaughtered two cows.

Linley, full of excitement, began frying steaks in the sewer. That afternoon, some night elf mages had cleared the area near the square, so the gathering night elves enjoyed their meal together, not feeling uncomfortable at all.

“…For secrecy and easy recall, all members will be addressed by numerical code names,” Eve reported to Linley as he fried the steaks, having finished organizing the personnel.

“Our organization now has five hundred members, divided into ten battalions of fifty each. The commanders are numbered one to ten, and communication methods have all been assigned.”

Linley nodded. “What’s your number?”

“Zero,” Eve replied. Linley’s code name was Boss, and as his first subordinate, she naturally took Zero—while Leopard remained in stealth throughout, without a code name.

“Good, no problem.” Linley was quite satisfied. For such an ad hoc organization, he didn’t demand strict structure.

He had Eve summon the ten commanders. Linley swept his gaze over them; each commander possessed a formidable presence.

He handed each a portion of steak.

“Everyone, our gathering is bound to draw the new king’s attention. We can’t stay here long. These steaks are my blessing to you in advance—once you’ve finished eating, you must leave and lie low outside for now. In a few days, once the monster is proven real, our members will be everywhere!”

“Go forth and recruit new members. If we’re lucky and succeed, next time we gather, I’ll treat you all to a banquet of steaks!”

Linley raised his goblet and feasted heartily with the commanders.

As they ate, one night elf commander began to cry.

“Why are you crying?”

“I never knew steak could taste this good. I feel like my entire life has been wasted.”

The commander wiped his tears, and Linley patted his shoulder. “It’s not just the steak—it’s the camaraderie that’s precious. Come, brothers, let’s drink another round!”

The commanders were moved to tears. What a wonderful leader—not only were the steaks delicious, but he was so loyal and righteous.

They knew nothing of each other’s identities, yet all shared the same ideals as they sat together—this was a joy the night elves had never experienced. The commanders gritted their teeth, vowing to see the organization’s goals succeed!

Yes, the Wheel of the Twin Moons belonged to them. Once they left, they would let everyone know that the night elves had founded a glorious organization.

“Boss…” Before the gathering ended, Eve quietly reported some news to Linley.

“What? The monster’s news has been confirmed?” Linley was shocked—he’d thought the new king could suppress the monster’s intelligence for a couple of days, with the peak of chaos yet to come.

But just now, amid the turmoil in Florence, a soldier returning from Gran City had verified the monster’s existence.

“Brothers, time waits for no one!”

Linley suddenly stood, drawing his longsword. “Everyone, listen to me!”

All the night elves turned to him, and Linley raised his voice.

“Gran City has sent word—the immortal monster is confirmed! The new king’s hidden truth can no longer be concealed. Night elves in Gran City live in dire misery—we cannot endure any longer!”

The night elves’ anger ignited instantly. Many clenched their teeth in fury.

“So it’s true!”

“The queen didn’t lie to us. We’re out of time!”

“We must act—immediately!”

The night elves were roused, just as Linley had hoped. He knew that once the monster’s existence was confirmed, every night elf in Florence would stand with him.

“Comrades, we act now!” Linley declared. “Countless elves outside will support us. Some guards and nobles will betray the new king—but before we rescue the queen, for our plan to succeed, we have one more enemy!”

He swept his sword, a chill flashing through the air.

“Chief Astromancer Hera—our comrades working in the Astromancer’s Hall have told us she’s sleeping there. We must capture her!”

“Let’s go!”

The night elves seized their weapons. Yes, the chief astromancer was their greatest foe, the new king’s claw. With her around, their actions could be foreseen.

“Catch Hera—or, kill her!”

Linley bit into his steak, sword pointed outward. “Begin the operation! In half an hour, assemble in front of the Astromancer’s Hall!”

The figures in black rushed out of the sewer, shedding their cloaks and blending into the chaos of Florence.

That evening, when the mages of Twin Moon City awoke and returned to the hall, they were greeted by the sight of hundreds of figures in black gathering anew before the Astromancer’s Hall.

“The doors are open now. The time has come—brothers, charge!”

At Linley’s command, the black-clad figures surged toward the Astromancer’s Hall like a tidal wave.

The mages’ jaws dropped.

“What—what is happening!”

“How did His Highness become the night elves’ leader?”