Aiden tilted his head slightly — a habit he'd kept from his slime days — and noticed Anna and Grace peeking from behind a supply tent. The moment their eyes met his, both elves quickly looked away, faces turning crimson.
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Aiden chuckled, his golden hair swaying as he folded his arms. "Well, well… looks like our elf alchemists approve of my new look."
Grace stammered, "W-We were just surprised, that's all!" while Anna muttered under her breath, "Unfair… even as a monster he's good-looking now."
Emilia groaned, rubbing her temple again. "No shit, Aiden. Alexander was said to be one of the most handsome men in the entire kingdom — even with his garbage personality."
Aiden grinned, flexing his new hand like he was testing it. "Guess I got the good parts without the bad ones then."
Radomira smirked, stepping beside him with her tail lazily swaying. "Mmm, I'd say you definitely upgraded, my beloved. Though…" she ran a finger under his chin, teasingly, "…I preferred the slime who used to melt in my arms."
Ederra sighed from the sidelines, muttering, "You two really need to find a tent before you start flirting like that."
Emilia shot him a glare. "Don't give them ideas!"
Aiden laughed, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos his new form caused. "Relax, Commander. I'll save the romance for after we deal with Volt's next move."
Ederra sighed as he spoke. "Now.... About the rescued Woman, do we have enough room for them here?".
Emilia looked at her brother as she spoke. "Even if we didn't, we would just send them to our other branches".
Aiden looked between the siblings, his expression softening a little. "It's good you have other camps," he said, glancing at the group of rescued women in the distance. Some were sitting quietly beside the tents, others trembling as Radomira's gentle magic soothed them. "They've been through hell… the last thing they need is to feel trapped again."
Ederra crossed his arms, his tone steady but grim. "We'll make sure they're safe. Some can't fight anymore, but those who can still stand might want revenge."
Radomira's eyes gleamed with a knowing smile as she glanced at him. "Revenge, you say?" she whispered almost playfully. "That can be… arranged."
Emilia immediately caught the tone and shot her a look. "Radomira—no mind tricks or… transformations without consent."
Radomira pouted slightly, then nodded with mock innocence. "Of course, of course. I'd never do something unwanted."
Aiden gave a small laugh. "That sounded way too suspicious to be reassuring."
Ederra shook his head. "Anyway, the rescued women will be moved to the western outpost by dawn. The scouts reported Volt's forces regrouping farther north."
Emilia nodded, her serious tone returning. "Then we move at sunrise. We can't give Volt time to rebuild morale after losing Alexander."
Aiden stretched, his new muscles flexing slightly as the golden light of the campfire reflected off his form. "Perfect. Let's make sure the next time Volt hears our names—they'll wish they stayed buried underground."
Radomira smirked, stepping beside him. "Now that sounds like my kind of plan."
Aiden actually thought of something, something from the Modern world. "Actually, instead of attacking Volt forces directly, why don't we target their Food Supplies?".
Emilia was confused as she spoke. "What would that accomplish?".
Radomira smirked. Being another reincarnated person, she knew what Aiden was thinking. "Very much, trust us".
Ederra frowned slightly, glancing between Aiden and Radomira. "Food supplies? You mean their caravans or stockpiles?"
Aiden nodded, crossing his arms. "Exactly. Sometimes, you just needed to make sure your enemy couldn't eat. You can have the best soldiers in the world—but hungry men don't fight, they break."
Emilia raised an eyebrow. "So… instead of a direct siege, you want to starve them out?"
Aiden smirked. "Not just starve them. We hit their wagons, torch their grain depots, poison their preserved rations, and make sure any path leading to their camps is crawling with monsters. Every time they try to restock, they bleed resources and morale."
Radomira chuckled darkly, her tail curling behind her. "Cruel… efficient… deliciously human. I love it."
Ederra thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. "It could work. Their army relies on constant supply lines from the southern fortresses. If we take those out, their central command will start eating its own."
Emilia crossed her arms. "But it'll take time. And if Volt's commanders realize what we're doing, they might retaliate against villages for food."
Aiden's golden eyes glowed faintly in the firelight. "Then we'll be faster. We'll hit them before they realize what's happening. By the time they do, they'll be too busy eating bark and dirt to fight back."
Radomira leaned on his shoulder with a sly grin. "Now you sound like a proper warlord, my love."
Ederra smirked slightly, almost amused. "I'll send word to our scouts and mages to mark Volt's supply routes. You focus on crafting something nasty for their caravans."
Aiden nodded, already thinking aloud. "Poison gas, contaminated rations, maybe even illusion traps… oh yeah, this is gonna be fun."
Emilia sighed, half-exasperated, half-impressed. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."
Emilia looked at him as she spoke. "So, what else does this do then just making Volt forces weaken?".
Aiden looked at her as he spoke. "It frees the Princess Knight and their kingdom".
Ederra stopped as he spoke. "Really? That will work, I mean, sure we planned to free the but, Volt had too many forces in the 7 Kingdoms".
Emilia nodded as she spoke. "That's why we have been trying to free the village first"
Aiden folded his arms, his golden eyes glowing faintly as he spoke with calm precision. "Exactly. That's the beauty of it. Volt's empire runs on control — they dominate through fear, food, and force. Take away the food, and the force crumbles. Once their supply chains start collapsing, the smaller kingdoms they occupy will begin to stir."
Radomira stepped forward, her black wings flickering with faint purple light as she smirked. "And the moment those 'Princess Knights' realize Volt's armies are starving and stretched thin, they'll see a chance to strike back. They'll rally what's left of their people, reclaim their lands... and weaken Volt from within."
Ederra crossed his arms, considering it. "So, while Volt focuses on putting down rebellion in their own territories, we strike the heart from the shadows."
"Exactly," Aiden replied with a grin. "We don't just fight a war, we ignite a revolution. Every starving soldier, every burnt caravan, every freed village—it all adds up. Eventually, they'll collapse under their own weight."
Emilia exhaled, glancing between them. "It's... bold. Risky, but it could work. If we can turn the Princess Knights and their kingdoms into allies instead of just victims..."
Radomira smiled faintly. "Then Volt won't be facing rebels anymore—they'll be facing the wrath of every kingdom they ever tried to enslave."
Ederra slammed his sword into the ground with a grin. "Then it's decided. We move at dawn. Scouts find the nearest supply routes, and we strike the first blow."
Aiden looked at Radomira, his expression softening slightly. "Ready to show the world why they shouldn't mess with us?"
She smirked, her eyes glowing a seductive violet. "Always, my dear. Let's make sure Volt remembers this night for centuries to come."
A few minutes later, Anna and Grace stood over a large wooden table in the alchemy tent, staring at a bowl filled with a thick, purple liquid. It bubbled faintly, releasing a pungent, acrid odor that seemed to cling to the air.
Grace immediately pinched her nose, her ears twitching in discomfort. "Ugh—by the Spirits, this smells awful! What is this, rot in liquid form?"
Anna waved a hand in front of her face, trying not to gag, then turned to Aiden with a look of disbelief. "You… want us to turn this into a poison?"
Aiden simply nodded, his hand resting casually on Jormungandr's scaled head. "Yup. Something potent enough to ruin Volt's food supplies—and keep them out of commission for a while."
Grace gave an exasperated sigh, her brows knitting together. "You do realize we're already working on the mana isolation chamber? The one we need to refine your new Hipokute healing potion?"
Anna nodded, crossing her arms. "If we start producing toxins now, it'll stall the entire batch of recovery potions. We barely have enough mana filters as it is."
Aiden chuckled lightly. "Don't worry—I'm not asking for full-scale production. Just a few experimental vials. Think of it as a… field test."
Grace shot him a flat look. "Right. Because nothing says 'test' like spreading death juice over enemy supplies."
Jormungandr rumbled approvingly, its tail flicking like it understood the plan perfectly.
Anna sighed, glancing at Grace. "You heard the man. Let's at least try to make this death juice stable enough not to explode in our faces."
Grace muttered under her breath as she picked up a stirring rod. "This is why elves aren't supposed to work with monster…"
Anna smirked faintly. "Yeah, but ours is handsome, so we suffer through it."
Grace's cheeks turned slightly pink, but she said nothing, focusing back on the bubbling purple concoction.
Anna leaned closer, eyes narrowing as she peered into the purple brew. "So, Mr. Slime — how did you get so much of whatever this poison is?"
Aiden tapped Jörmungandr's scaled head with a thumbless finger. "From him — his venom. Black serpent venom is normally a concentrated biochemical cocktail. I harvested a small amount, then used Predator to analyze it and convert part of it into a gas-soluble compound. After that I diluted and buffered it into a stable liquid so it won't just eat through barrels."
Anna's brow climbed. "You… turned venom into a stable contaminant? And you didn't poison the tent doing that?"
Aiden shrugged casually. "A little caution helps. I stabilized the active molecules with a magistone-derived binder so it won't vaporize or corrode storage. That's why it sits in a bowl and isn't dripping through the floor."
She held the rim of the bowl like a scientist holding a scalpel. "And this does exactly what, in practice?"
Aiden explained, slow and clinical:
"First, it targets preserved rations and cured meats — the venom's enzymes break down preservatives and alter food chemistry, making it rancid and inedible within a few hours."
"Second, ingested doses cause severe nausea, muscle weakness, and temporary paralysis in non-adapted personnel; in weaker or malnourished soldiers it can incapacitate for days."
"Third, the compound is tuned to disturb mana-stabilizers used in salted/enchanted food, so even magically preserved rations lose their enchantments and spoil."
"Finally, it leaves a marker residue that's hard to remove without professional alchemy — so even if they try to clean it, the supply will remain suspect and morale will collapse."
Grace's face tightened. "So you don't just kill them — you break supply trust, morale, and their ability to feed front-line troops. Clever."
Anna's practical brain clicked into logistics. "How big an area does one vial contaminate?" she asked.
"Depends on deployment," Aiden answered. "A single vial opened in a storehouse ruins a week's worth of rations for a mid-sized encampment. A few strategically placed vials on caravan wagons will also do the trick. The key is targeted sabotage, not wide-scale slaughter — we want Volt to starve and fracture, not turn entire regions into wastelands."
Grace looked worried again. "And the safety protocol? If one of our people gets exposed by accident?"
Aiden shook his head. "Simple: neutralize with a basic oxidizer — diluted cold-salt solution and a short cryo-flush will denature the enzymes. I'll show you the recipe for the antidote. We make two batches: one for sabotage, and one stocked in the tents for emergency decontamination."
Anna exhaled, the edge of skepticism softening into concentration. "Alright. We'll run controlled trials: one small crate, one wagon, one empty barn. If the results match your claims, we can scale."
Grace glanced to the tent flap, where the freed women were being tended, and said bluntly, "Do it right. If Volt retaliates on villages, it's on us to protect them."
Aiden gave a firm nod. "Agreed. We strike fast, quiet, and always have an escape path. No needless reprisals. The goal is to make Volt unable to hold what they took."
Anna dipped a small glass rod into the purple and set three micro-vials aside. "We'll label them, log batches, and keep the formula restricted. If Volt ever learns this method… it becomes a weapon against all the wrong people."
Aiden's grin was small, serious. "Then keep it tight. This is sabotage, not a plague."
They moved into the work — Grace and Anna setting up controlled tests, Emilia assigning scouting parties for target confirmation, Radomira quietly watching the freed women with that distant, calculating stare that hinted at other plans. The camp had a new weapon now: subtle, cruel, and surgical. If used well, it would unravel Volt from the inside out.
Few days later
They moved like ghosts through the tree line.
Ederra's small unit — not in shining plate but in dark hoods and masks, leather light and flexible — crept forward with the practiced silence of men who'd been bred for midnight work. Their swords were sheathed and their bows were ready. No drum, no trumpet; just the whisper of cloth and the soft snap of twig beneath boot.
A few hundred yards ahead, under the sickly watch of a half-moon, a convoy rolled slowly along the road: wagons heavy with sacks, barrels stacked three-high, lanterns swinging and men dozing or arguing softly over ale. Two mounted guards rode at the front, a pair at the rear — routine, complacent. Perfect.
Ederra put up a single gloved finger, then breathed, "Go."
The forest erupted.
Arrows hissed out of the darkness, precise and soundless. Lanterns went out with a chorus of startled curses. The lead horse went down with a single shaft in its neck; the rider slumped. Men tried to scramble for blades but were met by blade steel and falling wood. Ederra and his closest men moved through the convoy like a cold tide — busters of Magisteel biting through harnesses, blade and pommel disorienting anyone who tried to form ranks.
At the edges of the ambush, small shadows performed their own choreography: Noivern swooped low and let loose a concussive shriek that ruptured the air; carts lurched and drivers fell unconscious, stunned but not dead. Anansi dropped crystalline webs across axles and horses' legs so the wagons locked and piled into harmless, immovable barricades. Jörmungandr slithered between barrels, leaving a faint trail of venom-laced residue on the wooden staves — a trace meant for the careful hands of Grace and Anna, not to kill but to contaminate by design.
Anna and Grace moved like engineers. While the fighters pinned down guards and dragged the startled drivers into the trees, they slipped through the wreckage, opening barrels and emptying sacks into hidden sacks of their own. In the deeper shadows they uncapped three micro-vials and eased the purple solution into the rations' most central containers — the places a hungry commander would first reach. Their hands were steady, practiced; the tests they'd run earlier had turned theory into muscle memory.
Ederra didn't speak much. When he did, it was soft and direct, the order of a man who didn't waste breath. "Leave the horses where they fall. Take only what we can carry. Burn nothing the villagers might use." He cut a man down who lunged for a child hiding under a wagon — one clean stroke, no flourish, and then he was already gone, pulling a chest of salted meat toward the tree-line for his men.
It was over in ten minutes. The convoy was neutralized; a dozen guards were disarmed and bound, a handful incapacitated and left groaning by the road so they might tell the tale; the wagons were looted and several key barrels marked with an elven sigil — a tiny rune only a trained alchemist could read. The team melted back into the trees as if they'd never been there.
From a ridge overlooking the scene, Aiden watched with the calm amusement of someone seeing a plan execute exactly as designed. Fenrir and the pack were waiting downriver, ready to harry any scattered patrols. Jörmungandr's residue had already begun its slow, precise work: within hours the caravans' salted meat and preserved loaves would sour, their enchanted rations fail, and the men who relied on them would wake with nausea and weakness by dawn. Anna and Grace would be there with antidotes and records for their own people; the poisoned supply would be a blow to Volt's logistics, not an indiscriminate plague.
The squad reassembled, counting their haul: magi-steel nails and fittings, sacks of grain ripped open and rebagged for redistribution, a small chest of coins, and two sealed crates clearly stamped with Volt's command seal — intelligence more valuable than coin. Ederra wiped his blade and handed a sealed flag to one of the scouts. "We hang this at the next village gate," he said quietly. "Let them know they are no longer alone."
They moved out under the cover of trees, footprints covered, wagons reformed into shadow-carts, and by the time Volt's patrols found the mess at first light their men were already dealing with the sudden failures of spoilage and the absence of fresh food. Confusion bred fear; fear spread faster than any blade.
Aiden's smile was small, satisfied rather than cruel as he met Emilia near the path where the convoy had stopped. "First strike?" he asked.
Emilia looked at the loot, at Anna and Grace's neat notations, at the soldiers unloading magi-steel pieces into supply chests for future arming. She allowed herself the thinnest of nods. "First strike," she agreed. "And if Volt blames a village, we move them tonight."
In the branches above, Fenrir's ears twitched. Down in the baggage of the captured wagons, hidden under sacks of grain, the tiny vials of purple waited — instruments of sabotage placed with surgical care. The war had become a war of logistics now, and for the first time in a long while, Volt's lines would feel the bite of hunger before the bite of steel.
To be continued
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