Ch. 461..470

Chapter 461

Continuing, Daruun added, "So long as everyone does their best and does everything to keep the Leisure Guild as the focus of their mind, then you’ll find everyone waiting for you by the time you return, Jack. Okay?"

Then, Daruun looked to Jack’s wives and party. "I know it may be hard, but can I ask you all to please not contact Jack while he’s away. He may worry but that will motivate him to be faster."

Nodding without a smile, Daliea responded, "I can promise..."

"Me too..." added Maura.

Eliza sighed, "I... I can promise too... But only if you promise that Jack will come back alive!"

"That I can guarantee," Daruun stated with a smile. "You’ll be amazed by what will come to pass after his return. Use this time to prepare yourselves physically and mentally. Things will only get worse until this finally comes to an end."

Having said his piece, Daruun bowed his head to everyone again. "I’ll let you all get back to work while I do the same. It was nice seeing you all again."

One more flash filled the great room, blinding everyone as Daruun left the world.

Understanding his lack of time, Jack hurried to Argyle. "Can you promise to protect them while I’m gone?"

"Why are you asking only him?" Hadurt sauntered over and threw an arm around Jack’s shoulders. "Remember, all of us are here for that."

"But when they leave--"

"Eliza will be staying here," stated Dragas, catching everyone off guard. "She’ll listen to her mother and stay her. That way I can protect my daughter and my grandchild."

A bit taken aback by that statement, Argyle asked, "Sure, you may have adopted her but I raised her. If she wants to--"

"She’s staying with me until Jack returns." Dragas stood her ground, but showed Argyle a sly smile. "You seem like a competent father... If you don’t like me ordering her around as her adoptive mother, how about we make it official?"

"WHAT?!"

Before Argyle could say anymore, he caught whiff of a gentle smell nearing his nostrils. As he stared into Dragas’s eyes, he felt his heart soften a little.

"Come now... I won’t bite, not until you ask me to," the goddess added, not afraid to seduce Argyle in front of everyone.

Jack and Eliza both enjoyed seeing Argyle struggle to handle Dragas. At the same time, Jack went to his wives and wrapped them with his arms. "I’ll make sure to set a dungeon record so I can get back ASAP."

"What’s a-sap?" Daliea asked with a chuckle.

"It means ’as soon as possible’. I don’t want to be gone any longer then I need to be," explained Jack, getting all three of his wives to hug him tighter.

"Be safe..." mumbled Eliza, fighting the urge to beg Jack to stay a bit longer.

"Always. How else will I get to see my beautiful wives again?"

A moment later, they let go of each other with a sigh. They only waved as Jack hurried to Choron and Moranti.

They said only a few words before Jack started performing his pact with each of them. In a rush against the clock, Jack hastily wrote the pacts as Kori and Lorwynn approached him. The moment Jack was finished with both pacts, Moranti waved good-bye as he opened a spatial rift for the trio.

One last time, Jack waved to his loved ones before stepping through the rift.

*****

Unharmed and perfectly capable, both Oosam and Tralbok appeared inside an underground chamber. As the transporting light faded, Tralbok rushed to his seat at the viewing table.

No one else was there but Tralbok eyed the other seats while retrieving a contact crystal.

"Get back now!" Tralbok ordered. "There’s been a change of plans! If you don’t want to die Moranti’s hand, come back now!"

Oosam calmly but stressfully sighed as he too returned to his seat. Joining Tralbok, he waited for the others in silent meditation.

*****

"Perchet, tell Naparn to hurry up. It’s too late to not feel ashamed so least he can do is get his humiliation over with quickly so we can begin."

The blindfolded man nodded. His mouth and lips moved but no one at the table heard anything.

Not even a minute later, Naparn rushed into the room in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, Halmut chuckled. "Perchet, what did you tell him?"

"That if he wasted more time, then you’d remove a single digit for every minute more we waited," Perchet answered, getting everyone at the table to billow with laughter.

"What?! How dare you lie to--"

"Sit down already!" Halmut ordered, getting Naparn to finally concede and take his seat. "Good. Now that we’re gathered here after so long a time, let me ask this first. Is there any news that I should be aware of?"

The table was silent and solemn. Only one figure rose from his seat to face Halmut at the table’s head.

"Grixor... What is it you need to tell me?"

"Your excellency, I lost the key."

"WHAT?!" Halmut roared, letting his draconic fury show. "What do you mean?! How could you lose such a thing?!"

"It was a long time ago..." Grixor explained. "While I was hibernating, a hero snuck into my temple and stole some of my treasures."

"You let--"

"He succeeded in stealing them but I killed him before he could escape," Grixor continued, not daring to stop his story until it was finished. "But the hero’s death created a sealed tomb and I had no way to enter it or activate it."

"Then... the key is among the treasures inside that tomb?" Halmut brought his boiling anger down to a simmer. "Hmm... That may work in our favor. Not even the chaotic gods could--"

"But someone else did activate that tomb," added Grixor. "But by the time I rushed in, they were gone with all of the treasures..."

"You... YOU FOOL!!" Halmut slapped his hand through the air, hurling a mass of holy energy at the hulking figure of Grixor. While the Quake Dragon was thrown into a nearby wall, Halmut snarled. "How dare you lose the most precious item I entrusted you?! Kylon, tell me that you still have yours!"

"Of course I do." The woman stood up and bowed her head with a small smile.

"Good..." Halmut’s temper died down again.

"The enchantment key is still in my possession, always safely guarded," Kylon added.

While he glared at Grixor scrambling to his feet, halmut reminded, "Make sure to always be on guard. Thanks to Grixor’s failure, it’s the final key that remains. You should remain entirely focused on safekeeping it."

"Very well."

As the Kylon sat back down and Grixor returned to his seat, Halmut looked to Lyrun. "Remind me of that two-timing coward’s offer?"

"Tralbok agreed to bring Moranti in chains in exchange for fair treatment and conditions when joining the holy gods," stated Lyrun. "However, I think Tralbok will be changing that proposal."

"Why?" Halmut asked, not happy to be promised Moranti’s life only for those words to be withdrawn.

"I saw something take place in my looking glass. It was a fairly quick exchange, so quick that there was nothing I could do." Lyrun explained, "When Tralbok and Oosam started rushing toward Olympic Chateau, they were intercepted. Choron and the neutral champion led Lunara, Sterfen, Eedaj, and Jin to free Moranti. The moment Moranti was freed, Tralbok fled with Oosam."

"Oh... That means that loose canon is at large..." With dissatisfaction riddling his face, Halmut leaned back in his great chair. "If that’s so, then accepting Tralbok and the others may not be a bad option. Of course, their contracts will be far more strict but such is the fate of those on the losing side... They must agree to the conditions of their superior or fall."

 

Chapter 462

"True..." Lyrun chuckled and nodded. "I think he’ll agree. I’m not sure about the others, but Tralbok should be able to sway them now that Moranti is a serious threat to their lives."

"In that case, Kylon, you should still keep track of that enchantment key but you can relax a little. I may have you make an appearance with the rest of us," stated Halmut, snatching everyone’s full attention. "With the neutral gods claiming Trodar, it’s only fair that we retake our rightful spots in the mortal world. Then, it will only be a matter of time till we can snuff out Trodar and claim victory."

"Finally!" Naparn shouted, lifting his fist in praise.

"Yes! It’s about time they recognize you for your true worth, your excellency!" Torian shouted as well, raising his fist in a similar fashion.

"For his excellency!" shouted Grixor.

In unison, the gods around the table cheered, "For his excellency!"

"Thank you." Halmut nodded, feeling satisfied. "When we finally win and I ascend beyond this world, I’ll make sure to bring you all with me!"

All the holy gods cheered and smiled, some falsely and some genuinely. Perchet was the only one who kept to himself but that was to be expected of him. He rarely spoke out of turn and was extra sensitive to sound, so he was always the lone wolf that never praised Halmut beyond the initial cheer.

Halmut next put up his hands and stood. Waiting for everyone to quiet down, Halmut added, "Now, I would like to hear your opinions as to what we do next. I have my own thoughts, but I’d prefer to hear yours first. Naparn?"

Standing, Naparn replied, "I believe we should strike before the neutral gods gain more power. If we give them too much time--"

"Do you believe that they’ll defeat me, Naparn?" Halmut suddenly questioned.

"That... That’s not what I was implying." Naparn rewarded his thoughts, "I think now is the best time for us to deal with them. They’ll only be more formidable in time so I believe we should strike while we have the advantage."

"Not bad... Lyrun?"

Taking the spotlight from Naparn, Lyrun stood up. "I think it would be best to wait. Since we have our reserved forces, I don’t see why we should act in such a rush."

"But--"

"Naparn! Let him speak freely!" Halmut ordered, eager to hear Lyrun’s thoughts on the matter.

Nodding, Lyrun continued, "If they’re about to raise more gods, then let’s do the same. What would be so horrible about that? Adding the remaining chaotic gods and the more powerful dragons waiting to ascend, would we get outdone so easily?"

"Very true... Then, what do you think we should do while we wait for the proper moment?" Halmut asked.

"I agree with your prior statement," Lyrun answered. "If we return to the public eye, then we’ll be welcomed just as much, if not more than the neutral gods. Our mortal forces would soon outnumber theirs and our immortal forces would grow more quickly than theirs. If we focus on the end game then we’ll be best prepared for the moment to strike. If we’re short-sighted, then we may create the opportunity of our own demise."

"Well said!" Halmut praised. "Does anyone else agree with him?"

"I second Lyrun’s thoughts as my own," stated Kylon.

Grixor nodded. "I prefer to fight, but a long battle is favorable this time."

"What do you think, Tyres?" asked Halmut.

All the gods turned to see the only true human among them. They were all anxious to hear his opinion, not only as a human but as the youngest of the holy gods.

Tyres blinked and stated, "So long as I can face new challenges to grow, then I’m fine with anything. But I think Lyrun has a point."

"Then we all agree with Lyrun, that we should grow aggressively and eventually smother Trodar to death!" shouted Halmut, praising Lyrun more and more.

Naparn was the only one who still held a slight grudge against that idea, partially because he was on the losing side of the discussion. But he couldn’t overturn Halmut’s orders or disagree with the entire faction. That would only remove even more from his influence over the other gods, something that he refused to lose as the second-strongest holy god.

"Then, let’s check in on Tralbok..." Halmut smiled as he activated the viewing table.

Searching the ideal path between Olympic Chateau and Hades Compound, they found no gods coming their way. That being said, Lyrun then retrieved his contact crystal to speak with Tralbok.

"Tralbok? Yes... Yes... Alright... I’ll pass the crystal." Pausing the conversation, Lyrun tossed the contact crystal to Halmut. "He’s got them gathered and wants to speak conditions with you."

Chuckling, Halmut spoke with the crystal in hand. "Yes, Tralbok?"

"Halmut, your excellency, I’ve gathered those of us that remain of the chaotic gods. After much deliberating, we’ve decided that it would be best to ally ourselves to you while the neutral gods are at large," Tralbok stated.

"True, but how do you plan to ally with us? I have only one condition, that you formally join the holy gods," ordered Halmut. "We’ll even allow you to join us while we return to the public. As you gain followers and pledges, you’ll be able to grow stronger."

"I’m not against those conditions," Tralbok clarified.

"Great. Then hurry here and we’ll discuss your contracts in great detail."

"Can’t we--"

"Never form an alliance with someone afraid to meet in person. There’s no telling what such a person might scheme if left unchecked," added Halmut. "Hurry here or you’ll have no part of us."

"... Very well. We’ll be leaving shortly..."

After Tralbok ended the conversation, Halmut laughed and threw the crystal back to Lyrun. "Well done again, Lyrun. You’ve handled the negotiations well up to this point. I can tell by Tralbok’s submissiveness."

"Thank you, your excellency. All for you and your glory," replied Lyrun, smiling.

"With that being said, who would like to make the first appearance?" Halmut asked. "Whoever it is, I expect your arrival to come with the conquering of a nation!"

"Then allow me..." Naparn stood, glad that at least a portion of his plan would be useful. "I’ll lead Maltor to rise up as an empire, like ancient times."

"Great! Who else?"

"Allow me." Catching everyone off guard, Tyres stood proudly. "I’ll take those puny territories back for Zuran and make the empire ours."

"Perfect!" Glad to see the gods excited, Naparn continued, "Who else?"

"I have a suggestion..." Lyrun spoke up again. "How about we test the loyalty of those soon-to-be members of the pantheon? Doesn’t Tralbok have a temple in Sandros and Oosam one in Talrania? Why not have both nations ally to invade Trodar?"

"Interesting... Keep going," Halmut insisted.

"We’ll see just how loyal they are to your excellency’s glory and they’ll be perfect for keeping Trodar busy and out of everyone else’s business. Wouldn’t they make the perfect diversion for us to overtake the rest of the world?"

"Lyrun, that’s a perfect plan. We’ll do just that!" Halmut broke out in arrogant laughter. "Once this preparatory phase has passed, then we’ll begin to pressure Trodar and squeeze the life from them. Then, finally, we’ll be able to use them as sacrifices for my final ascension."

"For his excellency!" Tyres shouted, reigniting the cheer.

"For his excellency!"

With everyone shouting praises, Halmut patiently waited for Tralbok’s arrival. Though they wouldn’t be fully willing, Halmut understood how persuasive he could be when applying the right kind of pressure.

All the gods began to take out wines, ales, brundies and all sorts of liquor.

While the other cheered and drank for either Halmut or their own personal desires for power, Lyrun cheered and kept the source of his joy a secret. He relished in the fact that his former disciple would soon ascend. It was a proud moment for him.

 

Chapter 463

Stepping through the rift in space, Jack, Lorwynn, Kori found themselves in a strange place.

It was barren for as far as the eye could see but there was little to no sand. It wasn’t mountainous but smaller, crude mounds of rock dotted the area. There were no trees but there were many forms of bushes and cacti that mimicked trees. At the same time, there was no sky overhead. Instead, they saw rock jutting downward from the ceiling with some kari crystals scattered across the protrusions as dim artificial lighting.

"So he sent us straight in... I guess we don’t need to worry about resealing the tomb," joked Jack.

"Get ready," Kori spoke up. "We’ve already been spotted."

"Correction, you two have been spotted. I’ll get away while you distract everyone. But first, Lorwynn, we need to rewrite your pact. Can you keep them busy for a moment, Kori?" Jack asked as he slit his finger.

The hero and former holy champion quickly redid heir pact, allowing Lorwynn complete access to all of his earned EXP.

While they did that, Kori got a headstart on his kill count. Two basilisks with reptilian, lizard bodies and feathers of all colors had rushed the party, getting intercepted and caught off guard by Kori’s overwhelming transformation. His black, unquenchable flames covered both basilisks lost all their feathers and soon their lives while Jack finished up.

"That’s two for me," stated Kori, still keeping his flame body active. "Let’s see who can level up quicker."

"You’re on!"

Excited to know what was to come, Lorwynn covered himself in lightning and wind energy. As the next few basilisks approached the party more cautiously, they were suddenly caught off guard by Lorwynn frightening speed. Thanks to Rikko choosing him, Lorwyn managed to add a few wind buffs in place of attacks, making flight effortless for Lorwynn and allowing him to nearly match the nimble Goblin God.

In their shock, all three basilisks were slain lightning riddle them thorned vines emerged from the ground to strangle them to death.

"Well, I’ll be off," Jack stated, already invisible. "Don’t worry about how many items you use. There’s a reason I let you raid the guild vault for supplies."

"Thanks! Then we won’t ask for forgiveness later!" Kori chuckled. He couldn’t remember the last time he just let go, allowing himself to attack and burn anything and everything without a care in the world. It felt liberating as he started over on his path to ascension.

While Jack disappeared and said no more, the duo of a full-evolved Hell-flame Fox and a former champion that now had four magical affinities attracted more and more beasts as they began the harsh grind for lv. 90.

Jack kept completely silent and out of sight as he ran through the first floor. He had developed something new that made things much easier for him.

By tweaking his map tab, Jack positioned it to become his mini-map he always did. It didn’t show much, at least not until Jack cast God’s Eye. Not expecting this to happen, Jack realized that the mini-map was updated according to what Jack saw. Also, a notification popped up on his system, making Jack truly feel like a cheater.

[Would the user wish to cast God’s Eye over the map?]

[Yes or no?]

No hesitation was needed. Instantly selecting yes, Jack found himself able to see as he normally would while also keeping a thoroughly detailed view of the world and enemies around him with his revamped mini-map. Paired with his ultimate invisibility, Jack could now glide through the first floor and avoid all the mobs that would be fodder for Lorwynn and Kori.

Feeling more relaxed about the situation, Jack found a clear area far from all the mobs. The hero took a seat on the most comfortable rock he could find as he opened his skill list.

With twelve thousand five hundred and sixteen skill points, Jack took a moment to carefully choose which passive skills needed the biggest boosts.

Even though it took Jack a few minutes, he didn’t care. What Jack wanted was to use his skill points to boost a number of skills and spells, not spend them all at once. He remembered Daruun mentioning how Jack would want as many skill points as possible after running Earthen Keep, so he wanted to keep a sizable sum for later use.

Though Jack eyed many skills and spells he could easily purchase, Jack decided not to buy anything apart from passive skills until he knew what Daruun was warning him about.

In the end, Jack had spent a total of two thousand six hundred and forty-five skill points purely on passive skills. Jack upgraded a total of nine passive skills to lv. 6, which included: bow, sword, knives/daggers, physical resistance, strength, speed, hearing, perception, and stealth. He debated going higher, but the amount of skill points that would take was beyond anything Jack wanted to spend at the moment. Going from lv. 9 to the maxed lv. 10 for a single skill would cost two thousand five hundred and sixty skill points, and that didn’t include the upgrade to lv. 7, lv. 8, or lv. 9. As much as Jack liked the thought of upgrading something to the max, now wasn’t the time.

Saving nine thousand eight hundred and seventy-one skill points for later, Jack took a deep breath and resumed his journey.

Glad that his upgraded mini-map wasted little to no mana, Jack kept it active at all times while he hurried through the first floor. Due to the spell focusing on only that perimeter around Jack, it reduced the mana cost as compared to viewing the entire floor at once.

While mobs were either attracted to the raging Hell-flame Fox and overwhelming mage, Jack sneaked past the many mobs ranging from lv. 80 to lv. 83. Such would be the reality for the first few floors that originally were only lv 80 while in-game. The mission wasn’t difficult in terms of execution due to Jack’s strategy, but it would test his patience as Jack would do his best to rush across ninety-nine of the largest dungeon floors of all Kartonia.

 

Chapter 464

Two days had passed since Morani’s rescue and Jack’s departure. Gilga was receiving more traffic and immigrants than ever before, even compared to its hay-day.

Currently, numerous dignitaries were visiting the city. In particular, Many nobles and military officials had gathered within the Leisure Guild while the guild hosted the requested war conference between Trodar, Iscantor, Prachten, and Limneer.

Outside the conference hall, Rydel was speaking with someone via contact crystal visibly disturbed by what he was being told.

"There are how many?!" Rydel blurted out his words, startled and unable to control his volume at first. "How could Zuran suddenly gain so many people?"

"I don’t know," Tridon replied, "But I wanted to ask if there’s any way you could come with Jack and--"

"Jack’s busy right now. He’ll be gone for a while and not even the gods are allowed to disturb him," Rydel stated, disheartening Tridon. "I think I can go along with a few others... but I’m not making any promises about winning you the war."

"Thank you! Thank you! With this, you can consider your debts for those beasts you took free and clear!"

"That’s so thoughtful of you..." Sighing, Rydel took a moment to think before saying, "Jack can’t come, but I think I can take Bowzer and Karronteel..."

"Great! Oh, and who’s Karronteel?"

"You’ll find out soon enough. We’ll be there within the hour."

"Within the hour?!" having his expectations obliterated, Tridon shouted, "How can you--"

"I’ve got to go and finish a few something. If not for that, we would be there in a few minutes," stated Rydel. "See you soon..."

Ending the conversation, Rydel stored his contact crystal and reentered the giant conference hall. He strolled up one of the center aisles and returned to his seat, one of many on a raised seating area overlooking six sections of seating.

Each of those six sections was filled with representatives from the three territories that defected from Trodar, taking two sections each.

At the front of Trodar’s raised seating area was Vixus. After he was officially named as the Vice Guild Master, he also assumed the role of the council spokesman. No gods were seated with him, leaving him as the presiding dignitary.

With him were all higher-ups of the Leisure Guild and the Leisure Guild’s subordinate guilds. Also, Jack’s party was present, which is why Rydel returned to sit beside Maynard, Zariff, and Trax.

Vixus paid no attention to Rydel as he returned, acting as if the hunter showed no interruption whatsoever. "I’ll ask again. Do you three territories agree to these terms? And if not, please inform us as to why."

Prachten was the first territory to speak up. Their head representative stood back up and explained, "As for agreeing with the terms, I can’t so for certain without taking a small recess to confirm with my fellow representatives. But I will say that I personally find no fault with the terms and am willing to support such a decision."

"We’re glad to hear that." Vixus smiled and bowed his head to the Prachten representative. "Should there be any issues that you do have with the terms, we can discuss them then."

Vixus and those from Trodar then looked to the representatives of Iscantor. Their amiable yet unreadable expressions said a lot.

"As the current Vizor elected to head the Iscantor council, I’m willing to stand by your terms, Vice Guild Master Vixus." That man also showed a friendly smile with more depth than politicians could easily read into.

"Wonderful. We’re happy to know that you’re willing to join Trodar and work together to increase our security and influence across Kartonia."

All eyes fell onto the crowd from Limneer.

At the front of that crowd sat General Toms among a few others. But General Toms said nothing, only gritting his teeth while staring at Jack’s party.

When the conference began that morning, Jack’s party was introduced as those that subdues the illegal army that Limneer had formed against the policies of the agreed-upon war pact. It brought them a new level of prestige but also a lot of infamy among those of Limneer. With the nobles and generals of Limneer controlling things behind the scenes, how could they not want to strangle the party that kept them from taking control of the war? Rather, now they were all on the losing side in terms of reputation, appreciation of their citizens, and stipulations with clear bias at the war conference.

A well-dressed man a few seats away from General Toms stood up. His smile wasn’t true but it was worthy of a conniving politician. "Vice Guild Master Vixus, there are many treatments that we agree to, but there are some which we can’t possibly accept."

"And those would be?" Vixus asked for clarification.

The lavishly dressed man continued, "We agreed to form an alliance with Trodar but we see no reason why we should become a subordinate territory of Trodar. This past war has proven that our three nations are capable of many things without Trodar, so I don’t believe there are enough grounds for us to become your subordinates."

"Is that all?"

"Also, there’s a single condition that should’ve been added to your proposal," stated the man. "With your abundance of gods, why must they all remain in Gilga? There’s no point in having an alliance for protection when only Gilga and Trodar are protected."

"Understandable... Then how about this, I’ll get you a conference with the gods and you can convince them to relocate. How’s that?" Vixus questioned, too savvy with business and politics to waste words unnecessarily.

"That... As you’re the ones with the connection to the gods, then it would best be handled by yourselves. Isn’t your guild master a spokesman for them? Where is he, by the way?"

"Guild Master Jack is handling more important matters at the moment," Vixus replied. "And though he represents them, they’ve officially integrated themselves into the Leisure Guild. Technically, they don’t belong to Trodar but the guild. If you’re asking me to manage your relationship with them, that would need to be through a separate inquiry of the guild and not Trodar."

"But--"

"As for becoming our subordinates, that’s mostly for your benefit and not ours," Vixus continued. "Should you want to face the world on your own, then you’re welcome to do so. But if you seek the protection of Trodar and are daring enough to request the guild to relocate their strongest forces elsewhere, then what are you offering us in return for such a ridiculous request. Please, sense of it if you can."

Taking a moment to choose his words, the man carefully said, "It’s not a request but something that our people need to feel secure. Without at least that, how could we justify suddenly allying with our enemy to the populace?"

"I think there’s some error in your thinking..." Vixus sighed and went on, "If I’m not mistaken, the greatest fraction of our newest immigrants come from Limneer. Unless you’re ever worse at handling paperwork then your political mannerisms make me believe you are, then how could you not know that? Wouldn’t allying with us, in fact, boost the popularity of you nobles and generals currently in power?"

That man wanted to speak but Vixus kept going, saying, "If you refuse to see the facts, then there’s nothing I can do to help you. However, I can inform you that Limneer did breach the former war pact, which gives us reason enough to invade with high-level experts. You haven’t forgotten that fact as well, have you?"

Biting his tongue, the man stayed his anger with his smile that wasn’t a smile. "Vice Guild Master Vixus, please see our reasoning more clearly. With the way the world is going, how can we--"

"Shut up."

Chapter 465

"Shut up." Tired of the roundabout discussion, Vixus cut to the core of the argument. "You just don’t want to face the consequences of breaking the war pact and are so greedy that you’ll ask your foes for godly aid with little to no repercussions on your part. If I’m wrong about that, please explain to me how so."

The representative from Limneer opened his mouth but the Vizor of Iscantor spoke up first, "Isn’t he also forgetting the Leisure Guild’s trade pact with Korten? By opening the guild branches in our territories, we would also gain access to elven trade goods, a privilege unique to Trodar alone."

"Right," the head representative of Prachten spoke up next. "Not only are you asking for more than you’re willing to offer, you’re wanting us to overlook your war crimes as well? Where did you find such confidence, I wonder..."

"That’s enough bickering, so how about we get back to the real discussion," the lead noble of Limneer insisted. "Those are the issues that I have with the terms."

Nodding, Vixus stated, "In that case, Trodar sees no benefit in working with such a two-faced nation. With your inability to discuss things thoroughly, it’s astounding that your nation functions at all. I feel sorry for any citizen headed by such perverse leadership."

Fully enraged, the lead noble glared at Vixus and the others.

At the side, Toms could no longer withhold his anger. A spell scroll appeared in his hand under the long table where those at the front sat. He steeled his nerves, ready to cast a spell that Toms could only afford after selling everything he owned.

"If Limneer won’t be respected, then I see no reason to continue," stated the lead noble. "We’ll leave immediately and--"

"Not so fast..."

A voice telepathically filled the room, catching all representatives of the three territories by surprise.

One of the side doors opened as Eedaj entered and continued, "Should anyone leave their seats now, I’ll treat them as an enemy of the Leisure Guild."

"Who are--"

"Eedaj, thank you for joining us!" Vixus shouted with a smile. "It’s a pleasure to have the Mind God joining our conference."

Hearing Eedaj’s title struck everyone dumb, even Toms with his fingers clutched tightly to the spell scroll.

Turning to face the representatives of Limneer, Eedaj spoke normally for all to hear, "You know, things would’ve been handled differently if I or any god was heading this conference. We wouldn’t leave you territories with a choice. In terms of power, all you can offer are able bodies and mid-level experts for the most part. Give me one reason why I should let you leave and return to your discussions with Sandros?"

"That--"

"And you..." Eedaj raised his arm, picking up a man beside the lead noble with telekinesis. "I’ll tell you now that you won’t be returning to Sandros either..."

Accepting his fate, Toms committed himself. He stood and pointed one hand toward Jack’s party.

"Just die!"

Everyone else was confused. When Toms rushed to his feet claiming death upon those from Trodar, he didn’t do anything else.

Noticing that nothing happened, Toms shouted again, "Die!" But again, nothing happened.

"Oh, Rikko no care for scroll..." Rikko sighed, depressed.

Only then did Toms notice the strange blue-skinned goblin now standing behind him. And in that goblin’s hands was the precious spell scroll that cost everything from Toms.

"Give that back you useless goblin!" Toms yelled, taking out a sword with his one arm.

"Rikko no useless. You useless!"

With that shout, Rikko then appeared behind Toms again, now atop the table. But in his hands was Toms’s decapitated head. "Ugh... Head too ugly for trophy..."

Rikko tossed the head back into the crowd of Limneer of representatives as he hopped off the table and itched his nose. At the same time, Eedaj slowly approached the lead noble and had everyone enraptured. Both appeared and immediately became the centers of attention and fear.

Eedaj asked, "Shall you speak for yourself, or shall I pass judgment first and speak for you later?"

"You can’t--"

"Ah, ah, ahhh... Shhh, no need to shout."

Another voice filled the room all of a sudden. It wasn’t telepathic yet no one was able to tell where it originated. When everyone looked to the now-silent lead noble, they found a clue, however.

On the lead noble’s neck was a drip of blood, trickling down until it fell onto his expensive blouse. The stain continued to grow as more and more blood kept trickling, as if growing longer slowly with each passing second.

"Do you plea guilty or innocent?" asked the voice.

Trembling and pale from fright, the lead noble gradually opened his quivering mouth. "I-I... I didn’t..."

The trail of blood suddenly became a plume of warm red as it stained the entire outfit. The lead noble’s head fell softly, unable to hold his head up or the rest of his body. His corpse flopped onto the table for all to see in horror or awe.

Finally, the origin of the voice was revealed. A man in simple black clothing appeared where the lead noble once stood, casually looting the corpse.

"For those of you yet to be killed," Eedaj continued, shaking the Limneer representatives to the core, "you’ll be questioned and inspected by me. We don’t wish to kill you all. We’re only after those that will lead to the eventual collapse of Limneer at cause Trodar and the Leisure Guild more trouble in the long run."

All was silent as Eedaj nonchalantly strolled through the aisles of Limneer’s two seating sections. Some people instantly collapsed, dying in a way that none of them could understand while Eedaj filtered through all of their minds.

In the end, five of six generals were killed and three of five noble family heads were slain.

Those from Prachten and Iscantor were speechless. With no ability to even decipher or gauge the capabilities of those three men, they could only assume all three were deities like Eedaj. And seeing the stark difference between them and mortals shattered their expectations many times over.

Chapter 466

With the gods cleaning up, Vixus readdressed the crowd of representatives, "Is it safe to say that everyone else is in agreement with these terms?"

"Of course!" The Prachten head representative bowed his head, making sure to show no signs of offense to the guild or the gods.

"We’ll accept the terms also," added the Iscantor Vizor.

"Then this is what will take place now." Vixus explained, "You now fly the Trodan flag, but you may still fly your own to represent your territory. You’ll exist as separately governed states within Trodar. Though you’ll have follow the laws of Trodar, you may petition for expectations or alterations within your own territories. You’ll form a council to run your territory, whose top three representatives will now be a part of the Trodan Council. The territory containing Gilga will be named after it’s new, rising megacity. All four states, Gilga, Prachten, Iscantor, and Limneer, will make up Trodar.

"As a side note, know that the Leisure Guild will open and construct new branches in each of your capitals. Similar to how the Adventurers Association functioned before the battle of Federal City, you’ll be able to hire the guild or seek aid from them in times of emergency," continued Vixus. "Also, as we promised, we’ll construct a marketplace within the guild’s property so that elven traders and merchandise will become available to your territories."

Turning to the remaining half of the Limneer representatives, Vixus smiled warmly. "For those of you from Limneer, know that we hold no grudge against those that remain. Eedaj has already mentally purged you of anyone that would’ve brought you to ruin, so we’re glad to be working with you all from now on.

"We already know about the struggle that you’re facing now, including the shortage of food and resources due to the forest fire that resulted from Trodar defending the border," Vixus added, letting the Limneer representatives feel more at ease. "As proof that we still respect those remaining in Limneer, allow me to introduce the manager that’s will direct the Leisure Guild’s Limneer branch."

That same side door from earlier opened, grabbing everyone’s attention. When the remaining people from Limneer recognized the man entering the room, the load on their hearts was lightened.

"As some of you may know, I’m Dirk Capush, the former assistant to the late General Toms. From now on, I’ll be in your care," introducing himself with a proud bow, Dirk gladly greeted some of his old friends.

"Dirk! You’re alive?!" One of the remaining family heads was floored to see his childhood friend still alive.

"Yes, very much so," chuckled Dirk. "Along with other experts from the Leisure guild, I’ll gladly be serving Limneer. But this time in a manner that the people of Limneer deserve."

"Know this," Vixus spoke up again, letting Dirk join those of Limneer, "All of our guild properties will be linked via teleportation circles, which will be accessible to the public for fees depending on the purpose of each use."

"You mean... we’ll be able to travel to and from each territory using teleportation magic? That’s amazing!" Prachten’s head representative was overjoyed to hear such great news, as was everyone else.

Nodding, Vixus continued, "The conditions of use are this. Only legitimate citizens of Trodar may access it, or official trading partners of Trodar and the Leisure Guild. To prove that, each citizen will take a simple, free test to receive a Trodan emblem as proof of citizenship. Should the emblem be lost they can simply retake the test and receive a new emblem for a fee of one silver."

"A test? Why a test?" asked the Iscantor Vizor.

"To ensure the safety of our guild and Trodar as a whole," answered Vixus. "The test comprises mainly of two things. They’ll be tested for being a member of the Chaos Syndicate and the Adventurers Association. No member of either may enter a guild property without special permission and most definitely cannot use the teleportation services. Should someone use an emblem not linked to them, then they’ll face a trial as to why they would attempt such a thing."

"Understood!" The Iscantor Vizor sighed, happy to know how secure the Leisure Guild was acting.

"With that being said, let us end this war conference. Prepare to announce your fealties within the week to your people and begin your elections for council members immediately," stated Vixus. "I look forward to seeing you all again and thank you for joining our efforts in elevating Trodar to a supreme standard. In the courtyard outside a banquet is waiting for those who wish to stay and talk with each other."

Everyone raised from their seats as many started to pile out of the room and into the courtyard. Some went slower, finding some people to chat with as they followed the crowd. Others stayed behind and waited to speak with those from Trodar.

While Vixus and the higher-ups from the guild eventually joined everyone in the courtyard, Rydel gathered the party, as well as Argyle who stayed with Eliza. "Everyone, I’ve got some news about Reinolt."

"I’m in!" Maynard shouted. "It’s war, right? I already know what ya want to say, so count me in!"

"I guess I’ll tag along then," Trax shrugged and smiled.

Zariff sighed, "I shouldn’t... I’m barely lv. 30 now..."

Chuckling, Rydel looked to the women and asked, "Well, I wanted to ask who would join me in fighting Zuran. Do you three want to tag along?"

"Yes!" Daliea answered right away.

Maura did the same, "Of course! But not unless--"

"I’ve already told Tridon that we’re not fully committed to the war, so don’t worry about that," added Rydel. "Zuran somehow gained another few hundred soldiers and will get overrun soon. With us as reinforcements, they should be fine for now or at least until we can expand the borders and make room for them."

Eliza wanted to respond, but she turned to her father instead. "Can I go, please...?"

"Sure, but I’m coming too!" Argyle shouted with a smile. "But we’ll have to convince her too, won’t we..."

"I’m sure you can figure that out. Just offer her something she wants and maybe she’ll give in a little," stated Eliza.

"But what do I have to offer a god?"

"Well... I didn’t mention this before, but she’s always wanted to have a child. That’s how--"

"Whoa!" Putting his hands up in objection, Argyle replied, "Calm down, that’s a bit much."

"What’s wrong with that? I’ve always wanted a sister, so why not?" Eliza asked, showing her father a pouty face.

"Either way, let’s go see Moranti and the others. Without them, we won’t be able to make it in time to help," stated Rydel, leading everyone out of the conference room. "Is Lina still with Erina and Willim?"

"Yeah," Maura answered. "Let’s go get her. I’m sure she’d like to tag along."

The party walked through the halls with haste, making sure to find the correct room. They knocked and the door swung open before they could ask permission to enter.

"Big Sisters! Are you here to play with me and Erina?" Lina asked, giving each of the women a hug.

"Not right now, Lina. We’re going to Reinolt to help their war effort," Rydel spoke up.

"Does that mean the Leisure Guild is willing to get involved in another nation’s wars?" Sitting on a couch, Prince Willim looked to those entering the room with pleading eyes. "If so, can I ask you to help Aazoon as well?"

"That’s a tall order... Do you know the situation in Aazoon at the moment? We would need more information," stated Rydel.

Willim nodded. "Father hasn’t contacted us since his small chat with Jack, but I got some information from others in the palace. Amazon managed to avoid war with some of the surrounding nations and may soon create an alliance of kingdoms. But Maldor changed everything when they attacked out of the blue."

 

Chapter 467

"Maldor is attacking Aazoon?" Argyle was surprised to hear that.

"Yeah, but it’s not just Maldor. Maldor is now an empire and our informants say that Naparn has returned to Maldor," stated Willim. "He wants Maltor to expand and some neighboring nations joined in to receive a god’s divine protection."

"They’d rather be allies with a god than enemies..." Rydel mumbled.

"Please, help Father!" Erina ran up to the party and hugged Maura along with Lina. "Please!"

Maura and the other women sighed, understanding what this meant. They were going to have to spit up.

"How about I go with some people to Aazoon while you take some to Reinolt?" Argyle suggested while nudging Rydel. "Wouldn’t that be best?"

"Yeah... but now we’ll need gods to come with us. If Naparn’s the cause of the sudden war in Aazoon, then who’s to say that a different god is responsible for the increase in numbers from Zuran? Things will be much more difficult with deities involved..."

"Then let’s hurry up! We’ve got no time to waste," Argyle chuckled, getting excited for another battle.

Erina and Willim joined the party as they made their way to find the gods. After a few minutes of walking, the party found a secluded courtyard and entered without saying a word.

Inside, they found the same three gods that had intervened during the conference discussing what Eedaj had learned from his mind readings. When they spotted the others entering, they gladly waved them in and allowed them to join the discussion.

"Before we discuss anything else, we need your opinion on something," Rydel stated. "Zuran’s military forces have increased drastically overnight and Maldor has officially attacked Aazoon without warning. And according to Prince Willim’s informants, Naparn’s appearance in Maldor is the cause of the sudden war."

"Naparn? He’s shown himself?" Sterfen asked, getting a nod from Prince Willim. "Hmm... We’ll have to react carefully. As much as I hate him, Naparn is a real threat to most gods. We have Moranti, but if Moranti acts then Halmut may show up himself..."

"That’s why we need your opinion on this," Rydel reminded. "Either way, we want to at least go and help while we can. Maybe we can hold things off long enough to expand our borders?"

"That’s doable, I believe," stated Eedaj. "But let’s wait for--"

"Eedaj wait for who?"

The second door to the courtyard swung open as Rikko led the other gods of the Leisure Guild into the courtyard.

While the party was a bit surprised, Sterfen spoke up, "Since everyone’s here, we’ve got a few things to discuss. And with what we just learned, it may involve all of us."

"Really?" Dragas asked, holding a hand to her chest. "What happened for all of us to get involved."

Eedaj scanned Rydel’s mind, followed by the other members of the group. "Allow me to explain. First, know that Sandros is currently trying to steal Limneer as a territory. They wanted to do so politically but we’ve already made that impossible. We’ll need to prepare accordingly for that, especially if we want to expand the border there."

"I think I can open Churstin to the idea of joining Trodar," added Choron. "That’s where my reputation is strongest, so it shouldn’t be too difficult should I be allowed to show my face."

"Of course! Go for it!" Sterfen slapped Choron on the back.

"Rikko take charge. Then Rikko defend and invade Sandros," added the Goblin God.

"Also," Eedaj continued, "Maldor has attacked Aazoon before their alliance was officially formed. That attack was supposedly sparked by Naparn’s return to Maldor."

"So they’re returning?" Lunara asked. "Is that how it involves us all?"

Nodding, Sterfen replied, "Yes. And Zuran’s military grew too quickly to not be suspicious. If gods are rilling up war again, then it won’t be much longer."

"We want to help Reinolt fight Zuran and Aazoon against Maldor," Rydel chimed in, already accustomed to speaking with deities. "While Rikko is hurrying to expand the borders, we want to prolong the wars until there’s space for those nations to relocate."

"And you want our help? I’m in!" Lunara grinned, walking over and taking Lina by the hand. "If it means it means holding back Naparn then I must agree."

"You’re not going alone, are you?" Sterfen asked.

"My father is coming with us to Aazoon, so maybe--"

"What do you mean ’us’?" Dragas interrupted Eliza. "Didn’t I say you’ll be staying here with me?"

"Then come with us to Aazoon, Mother. You’ll be there to save me and we’ll leave immediately if we know we’re going to lose," reasoned Eliza. "Also, you may be able to spend some alone time with Father. I know you’ve been considering it."

"Eliza! That’s--"

"Fine, then I’m coming with you, Lunara," Dragas stated, sauntering over to her daughter. "I hope you won’t mind if I support you. We can’t have you falling to Naparn and leaving my grandchild exposed to that monster."

Laughing, Lunara smiled back. "I’d be happy to have your help."

"That means the others are going to Reinolt, right?" Jin cut in. "And if a god returned to Zuran, it should be Tyres, right? Then I’m going there!"

"Then how about I join Jin?" Eedaj suggested.

Sterfen nodded and sighed, "I’m alright with that, but it means I’m going to Aazoon. There’s no way I’m letting you two face that monster alone."

"You care about me?" Dragas teased.

"Yes, my dear sister," replied Sterfen, getting Dragas to roll her eyes. "I’m not the best at fighting head-to-head but I’ll be fine alongside my wife. Especially thanks to Jack."

"Oh, why’s that?" asked Dragas, curious what Jack could’ve done to help gods thousands of years old.

"He suggested something we had considered prior, but Jack made us reconsider. I’m sure you’ll find out eventually," joked Sterfen, leaving Dragas and the others hanging on a metaphorical cliff.

"That leaves Rikko, Guuro, and I to guard Trodar, with Choron available if needed," stated Moranti. "Just make sure not to die. I promised Jack that I would keep you safe. So, if you need a quick escape, contact me and I’ll get you out of there. Okay?"

All of the mortals felt the pressure of Moranti’s friendly glare, nodding.

"Great, then let’s hurry up and go get the others," added Moranti. "I’m sure Karronteel and Bowzer would like to tag along for your adventures. Phoro won’t join you, but not out of laziness. He’ll be coming with me and Hadurt to recruit the beasts of the storehouse."

With everyone in agreement, the gathering of gods and mortals was teleported to Dragov’s massive underground courtyard where Bowzer and Karronteel were sparring.

"You two, save your energy for the war!" Sterfen shouted with a chuckle, instantly stealing the attention of the two giant beasts. "One of you will go to Aazoon to defend against Maldor and the other to Reinolt to face the Zuran Empire. Any--"

"I’m in!" Bowzer shouted, his voice being deeper as he was now an adult Hell-flame Fox. "Wherever I’m needed, I’ll go!"

"Same!" Karronteel shouted, also eager to hunt enemies on a battlefield.

"Bowzer go Aazoon," stated Rikko. "Fox defend fire good. Karr go Reinolt. Karr kill soldiers more and more."

"Since the tactician agrees with me, then Bowzer’s with me. Karronteel, you’re with Jin and Eedaj," Sterfen added. "Eedaj, mind finding us the best place to travel?"

"Sure."

Casting God’s Perspective, Daruun scored Reinolt first. Eventually, he found the current battlefield and was startled by the difference in numbers between the two armies. Eedaj hastily found an open clearing not too far from the battle and shared the sight with Moranti, another perk of the personal spell God’s Perspective.

Nodding, Moranti opened a rift while Eedaj found no battle taking place on the Maldor-Aazoon border. The Mind God only found military camps and the carnage of the first skirmish.

The Reinolt party then left and Moranti opened a second rift leading to Frostburn Palace, where Eedaj had found King Wilheim preparing to leave for the battlefield.

Both parties were gone in seconds, leaving Moranti and the remaining few gods along with Dragov.

"I’m sure you’ll be needed here, so don’t feel jealous, okay?" Moranti joked with the Draconic Centipede as he and the other left the courtyard in search of the napping Phoro.

 

Chapter 468

Coming through the rift, Rydel’s party found themselves on a hillside clearing commonly found in Reinolt.

"The battle’s just beyond that grove," Eedaj stated, not wasting a moment as he had seen the drastic difference in military strength. "I’ll be honest. Unless Jin and I stepped in, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to hold them off beyond a few battles."

"It’s that bad?" Rydel asked while bringing out Ayden.

Eedaj nodded and explained. "Most of the army is below your level or equal to you. But I’m sensing some high-level combatants mixed in with the low-level and mid-level soldiers. That’s why I say that."

"And ya won’t get involved?" Maynard asked, looking to Eedaj and his master.

Jin shook his head. "I’m just here for Tyres for our promised duel. Eedaj, don’t interfere."

"I won’t, not unless Tryes cheats you again," added the Mind God, surprising the mortals around them.

"Then you’ll have my thanks."

Eedaj mentioned, "We won’t get involved with mortals so simply, not when we have no clear reason to and our appearance will only cause other gods to arrive and wreak havoc."

"Fair..." Rydel sighed. "Maynard, Trax, hop on. We need to find Tridon and fast."

"Is there a place where I can find only enemies?" Karronteel asked Eedaj.

The Mind God smiled and shared his God’s Perspective with Karronteel, letting the Spectral Dragon find exactly what he was looking for. Without hesitation, Karronteel took off with incredible speed, matching those with wind or lightning magic. It was as if his god sliced through the air to decrease his wind drag to zero, showing off his physical form’s natural prowess and the strength of the spatial energy he wielded.

With a dragon headed for the rear of the Zuran army and a huge Wind Roc headed for the front, everyone on the battlefield was immediately alarmed. No one understood whose side they were on, hoping they were friends and not foes.

But when the twenty-five-meter tall dragon dove into the Zuran army with his spectral breath attack, it was clearer than a cloudless noonday sky. Most of the hidden high-level soldiers rushed back to face the beast, even though they had no clue what level he was.

The Wind Roc carried three passengers and two of those passengers were shooting down at the Zuran soldiers below. Both Rydel and Trax showed off their archery skills as they sniped soldiers with pinpoint accuracy. Rydel in particular showed off, taking far-off shots with his roc-like eyes, something he learned to control after practicing with the bloodline skill.

Maynard impatiently waited as they searched for the man who had summoned them in the first place.

They quickly found some of the strongest Zuran forces about to breach Reinolt’s front line of defense. Finally, it was Maynard’s time to act.

Maynard leaped off of Ayden and brought out his Thunder Cat, named Raiton. As Maynard activated his bloodline skill, the duo bolted through the battlefield and tore into those attempting to break out of the battle.

While Maynard kept them at bay, Trax descended and joined the samurai in defending. Rydel allowed Ayden to join the fight while he rushed to aid an old acquaintance.

Being tag-teamed, King Leodoro refused to let the front line fall. With his control over lightning, the king kept himself from receiving any grave injuries while attempting to stave off two of the strongest opponents there. However, as both were warriors, the moment they got close to Leodoro, they gained the advantage.

As they were overwhelming the lightning mage, an arrow whizzed by. One of those combatants heard it but didn’t think anything of it as they were on the battlefield. The other shouted in pain, reaching for his knee.

Both warriors backed away as they spotted the arrow that went straight through the man’s knee, from the back to the front.

But neither Leodoro nor Rydel took it easy on they both targeted the weakened, crippled warrior. A flash of lighting rained onto the barbarian while three more arrows lodged themselves into the same spot.

Completely unable to use his right leg, the barbarian howled in pain as he threw his axe in rage at the mage. The other barbarian charged at the nearing hunter, who had already put his bow away and wielded twin, purple daggers. He could tell that the hunter before him might actually threaten his life, unlike the winded mage.

Noticing who it was that saved him, Leodoro was taken aback and struck dumb. But he didn’t have time to question why Rydel had appeared. He had to finish off the crippled barbarian.

With a few spells, Leodoro’s lightning roasted the barbarian, letting the king witness Rydel’s fighting prowess first hand.

What Leodoro didn’t know was how Rydel had learned how to fight hand-to-hand with Trax’s and Maynard’s help, adjusting their fighting styles to his knives. That was one of the key things that they had done during their time clearing Sunset Valley. It was the same for Trax and his archery, which was scrutinized and polished by Rydel’s teachings.

Though the barbarian had the advantage in reached and size, Rydel made perfect use of his wind magic to nimbly avoid each swing of the barbarian’s greatsword.

Rydel was patient. He evaded calmly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a single crippling blow. Only when the greatsword was too close for comfort did Rydel use a knife to parry the attack. But Rydel was shocked.

The hunter found guiding his enemy’s attack too easy. Instead of feeling the effects of the barbarian’s superior strength, Rydel felt his own strength to almost be on par with the barbarian.

With that in mind, Rydel chuckled. He wouldn’t waste any more time.

Parrying another attack with even more force, Rydel swung for the barbarian’s neck with his free hand.

The barbarian tried to sidestep but was caught off balance. He did, however, manage to keep his neck out of reach from the blade. That was until Rydel used the swing of his arm to throw the knife into the barbarian’s throat, trusting that he could give up the knife and have no need to parry a second attack.

Quickly removing the knife from the barbarian’s throat, Rydel ran to Leodoro. "Where’s Tridon?"

"You... He’s further south," Leodoro stated, grasping hold of the situation and ignoring his desire to inquire more about the hunter’s arrival and unexpected strength. "Tridon wanted to attempt a flank but... you brought a dragon?!"

"I’ll explain later..." Rydel turned and ran toward Ayden, who picked Rydel up and carried his to the south end of the battlefield.

Rydel asked telepathically, ’Tridon where are you? Don’t flank them or you’ll get caught in our attack.’

’What?!’ Tridon shouted. ’I’m in the forest, about to attack when a dragon arrives and attack’s Zuran soldiers. Is that your attack?!’

’That’s Karronteel. I’ll introduce you two later. For now, come back and help us clear the battlefield,’ Rydel explained. ’You’ll only get in Karronteel’s way, so don’t even think of joining him. You’re too low-leveled for that.’

’What do you mean?! I’m lv. 44 now!’

’And I’m lv. 48, but he’s almost lv. 80. So, in other words, don’t even think of pissing him off by trying to fight by his side,’ reasoned Rydel, forcing Tridon to admit his weakness.

’You’re what?! No way!’

’Just hurry out and joining the fight like the rest of us," ordered Rydel, taking charge even though he was no longer an official soldier of Reinolt.

Further west a few people stood atop a hill overlooking the battlefield. They were shocked by the arrival of a powerful Wind Roc and the men on its back. Of course, the arrival of the dragon was the most jarring thing for them. As the one’s coordinating the Zuran Empire’s forces, they were enraged to see that they would need to take drastic measures.

 

Chapter 469

Pacing in his chambers, King Wilheim was playing out mental simulations of the sudden war that targeted his nation. Nearly all ended in catastrophe as even those where Aazoon was victorious it was accomplished at a great cost.

With his steed being readied for departure, all the king could do was wait and worry.

But the king’s concentration was abruptly broken by the sound of footsteps within the room, other than his own. Wondering if he had been ignoring his messenger, King Wilheim turned around and was instead tackled to the ground without warning.

"Father!" Erina cried as she was finally able to see her father again.

"Erina... and Willim?" Unsure what to say or think, King Wilheim readjusted himself to the crowd of people that arrived via spatial rift, something the king had only seen done by Jack and his party. "What’s going on? How are you two here?"

"We brought them along," stated Sterfen, stealing the king’s attention. "Willim warned us about Naparn arriving in Maldor and we thought it was unfair for them to have divine aid. So we’re here to keep that from happening."

As most of his mental burdens were lifted by that statement, King Willim sighed, "Oh, thank Halmut..."

"No, thank Jack! Never thank that lying pestro of a dragon!" Lunara corrected the king’s figure of speech, making sure to give credit where credit was due.

"Right... Sorry about that," Wilheim chuckled along with the others at Lunara’s comment. "That means you’re here to help, right? Will you be staying?"

Shaking her head, Lunara replied, "No, we’re not staying here. I’ll be living in Trodar from now on with my family."

"I see... Then you may as well leave now. Without a god in our borders, there’s no point in us warring with Maldor. Even if you help repel them, they’ll just come back time and time again..." stated the king, dejectedly.

"True, but we may have a plan to fix that," added Sterfen.

Standing himself back up, King Wilheim gave the god a curious look. "Really? If it can save this country then I’ll do anything, even sacrifice myself."

"No need to die, King Wilheim, just make a decision. Abandon Aazoon--"

"What?!"

"Abandon Aazoon and come to Trodar," Sterfen continued, not letting the king’s startlement interrupt him. "After reclaiming our former territories, Trodar is now about to war with Sandros. Though it’s very different from this country, we’d be glad to offer the territory we win from the war to you and your people."

"Are you serious?! I accept!"

"No need to--"

King Wilheim energetically interrupted Sterfen, adding, "If you have the means to transport my people, I’ll take any free land you have. There’s no need to offer me a country."

"Then how about this?" Sterfen explained, "Limneer, Prachten, and Iscantor just rejoined Trodar but as independent Trodan territories. They’re self-governed still but fly the Trodan flag along with their territorial flag. Churstin should be joining soon too, thanks to Choron’s influence. Would it make you feel better to receive that land if you became a self-governed state within Trodar?"

King Wilheim thought about it for a few seconds but didn’t take long to nod and smile. "In exchange for protection and freedom from this threatening war, There’s no need to think twice about it. Upon our arrival in Trodar, not only will we become a state under the Trodan flag, we’ll aid Trodar in claiming the land that we’ll inhabit."

"There’s no doubt that you’re an amazing king, Wilheim. I just hope your people and your family will agree," sighed Sterfen.

"If they don’t then they’ll perish here," stated Wilheim. "Half of the surrounding nations have agreed to join Maldor or at least aid in their war to overrun Aazoon. There’s no hope left for this country where it stands now."

"Then it seems we showed up at the right time. I’ll make sure everything is ready. Can you bring all willing citizens to the capital via your teleportation circles? They still work, right?" Sterfen asked before informing Moranti about the update.

"Of course! Cut I’ll call them here for a national conference before telling them. There, they’ll choose to join me in Trodar or to face the invaders with hope that the invading armies be merciful to a kingless kingdom," Wilmeim explained, surprising everyone with his decisiveness.

Lunara spoke up, looking to the rest of the party, "Then allow us to help your armies hold out until then. How long will you need to gather them for the conference?"

"I’ll waive all travel fees and with the news about the war spreading, I think the people will understand if I hold the conference tomorrow."

"Wow... Are you always this impulsive?" Sterfen asked.

Nodding, Wilheim proudly replied, "Always! I’ve trusted my gut all my life and I’ll continue to do so until it costs me my life!"

"He’s always been like this," added Willim, getting the party to nod and sigh.

’Moranti, Aazoon agreed. They’ll hold a national conference tomorrow for us to send them to Trodar,’ Sterfen passed the information on.

’Great! Just make sure they gather tightly together before I show up and take them away. We don’t want to forget anyone, right?’

’Right!’

Sterfen laughed as he returned to the conversation in the room. "We’ll be ready to transport them tomorrow, so long as they’re gathered tightly together."

"Sounds easy enough to me." Wilheim shrugged and laughed. He found it hilarious how quickly his mindset was able to shift from the pits of despair to the heavens of hope. "Is it really alright if--"

"It’s fine!" Eliza shouted, not wanting the king to doubt Trodar, the guild, or Jack. "We’ll gladly have you in Trodar. You don’t even have to offer your daughter like some people had to..."

"Hey! I think it worked out just fine!" Argyle shouted, not taking kindly to his daughter’s verbal jabs.

"Oh? You’re the one who paired them up?" Dargas glanced at Argyle, a smile coming to her lips. "You are a sharp father..."

"Let’s hurry up and get going. I’ve got an idea as to how we’ll stall them. I’ll need to run it by Rikko and Moranti first, but I’m sure they’ll agree," stated Sterfen, walking towards the door.

"Alright, but we’ll take the wyrms," replied Lunara, surprising King Wilheim. "We couldn’t bring them with last time so we can’t forget them now. And since the nation will be run over, why not bring all of the wildlife along?"

"I’ll leave that up to you, my dear." Sterfen smiled, happy to have such a smart woman in his life.

"Then Erina can ride on my back!" Lina shouted.

Maura shook her head. "No, Lina. We’ll need to save our energy. The wyrms can already travel so fast without any trouble, so let’s just go with them."

"But..." Unhappy, Lina frowned and looked to her parents.

Lunara felt her heart soften and sighed, "Well... How about she rides your back after the war. Then she’ll live in Trodar and you can play all the time."

"Okay..." Shrugging, Lina accepted that and gave in.

Chapter 470

"RETREAT!!!"

The order rang out over the entire battlefield. With superior numbers and with their enemies tired and battered, those over the Zuran forces ordered a hasty retreat. They were focused on the long term war and not the battle, keeping their priorities straight.

"Push forward!" King Leodoro gave the order into his contact crystal, passing the command onto all the captains and military officials of Reinolt.

Karronteel was the largest factor contributing to the retreat. His attacks and newly evolved body was practically invulnerable to anyone below his level. This made him the army’s worst nightmare.

However, when the retreat began, Reinolt forces rushed toward the dragon as well.

Unable to change that fact, Karronteel took to the air and rethought his strategy. That’s when he spotted those on the hill and determined that they were the ones over the Zuran army. The Spectral Dragon unleashed a ferocious roar and zoomed toward them with malice and killing intent.

Those on the hill were unfazed, though. Seeing the dragon rush towards them was of little to no consequence.

When Karronteel arrived at his prey, one of those men leaped into the air. He drew a sheathed sword and swatted at Karronteel’s claws. The collision sent Karronteel back to the ground, fall atop many Reinolt forces chasing the Zuran army.

Leaving the dragon with a baffled and raging expression, the man dropped back to the hill. Together with all those generals and higher-ups, the man fled the scene.

While the army pursued the retreating enemy, most were shocked by the sight of a human man swatting a giant dragon so casually. Rydel, Maynard, and Trax were thrown for a loop, now understanding what Eedaj had meant earlier about being unable to hold out forever.

Karronteel took little to no damage physically, but his pride was torn to pieces with that trade of blows.

’Calm down,’ Eedaj’s voice filled the heads of Karronteel, Rydel, Maynard, and Trax. ’There’s no shame in being pushed back, as that was no mortal who swatted Karronteel away.’

’What?!’ Karronteel shouted within his mind. ’Then who was it?!’

Eedaj answered, ’That was Tyres, the Sword God. You don’t have to worry about facing him. That will be Jin’s long-awaited duel. But he only swatted you aside as a warning, most likely. This war has only just begun. Don’t think a war is won in a single battle.’

Taking that to heart, Karronteel flew up and returned to the others in the party. There he found two others standing and talking.

"You’re Karronteel, right?!" Tridon shouted, eagerness oozing out of his stare.

"Yes, that’s who I am. And you?" the dragon asked, startling the king.

"I’m Tridon and it’s a pleasure to meet you! I thought I had studied all dragons but I’ve never seen record or heard of any dragon like you. What species are you?"

"I’m one of two proud Spectral Dragons remaining," stated Karronteel. "I was sealed away for a time but I’m told that my people were attacked before a period you call Ancient Kartonia."

"Before... you’re a prehistoric race?!" Feeling like a kid in a candy store, Tridon didn’t know what to ask next about the Dragon.

"Cool down, Tridon. You can talk with him later. For now, we need to discuss what’s happening next. What we’re up against... What we’ve got at hand... Those questions and a couple of others," Rydel commented, eyeing Leodoro.

"Right... we’ll talk while we follow the battle," replied the king. "They should stop and reform the front line at the border."

"It’s faster to travel by air." Rydel patted Ayden, who had grown much larger after reaching lv. 50 in the last battle. Though he would only evolve once, it still greatly increased his size to accommodate more passengers.

Everyone climbed on as the roc took to the air alongside the dragon. Compared to those on the ground, they were traveling incredibly fast but it was only casual for the two strong beasts.

King Leodoro sighed and began his explanation, "There’s not much to say about a cause. They invaded us just as they occasionally do, only they showed up with far more forces than we had ever planned to receive."

"But do you know why they have so many forces?" Rydel asked.

"No."

"Don’t tell me ya don’t have any capable spies after losing Rydel?" Maynard joked but didn’t smile.

"We’ve heard a few rumors but nothing more," Leodoro added, looking away out of reflex.

"Rumors? What rumors?" Tridon asked, shocked to be out of the loop.

"There’s... Supposedly, a god showed up in Zuran," Leodoro admitted.

Rydel added, "Tyres, right?"

"Right..." Seeing that Rydel and the party were already informed, Leodoro no longer hid the information from Tridon. "Tyres returned to Zuran and declared that the empire should become whole again. Only, they didn’t tell those of Reinolt, wanting to use us as an example for the other nations that broke off of the empire."

"So, because Reinolt was the most influential cause of the rebellion years ago, Zuran is using you as an example?" Rydel deduced, keeping it simple yet clear.

"Correct..."

Furious, Tridon shouted, "And you decided not to tell me! You’re ridiculous!"

"Can you blame him, Tridon?" Rydel shrugged. "If you knew about that, would you have agreed to go to war and defend Reinolt?"

"... No..."

"So he only hid the information to keep his life in check. Does that not make sense?"

"It makes sense, but he still could’ve told me!" Tridon resumed his shouting. "There’s no reason to die a useless death! If what he said is true, then those extra forces weren’t just the armies that Zuran used to defend their other borders. They also have the forces from the other revel nations! There’s no way for us to take on that many people!"

"Yes, there is," Leodoro spoke up. "With them and this powerful dragon, we can--"

"Shut up." Rydel wasn’t going to stand for receiving any sort of orders. "We’re here because we thought we could help. But clearly, that’s not all you need, is it? The only hope of Reinolt surviving is to overtake the whole of the Zuran Empire. Until that happens, Reinolt can only exist as Zuran’s punching bag."

"But can’t you--"

"That dragon has a name," Maynard stated, defending their case. "Ya have no right to order him around. If he wanted, he could eat ya right now and none of us could do anything to stop him. He’s only here for two things. One, because he’s Jack’s companion and came to protect us. Two, because he’s hungry for EXP, not to save ya or your country."

Hearing them loud and clear, Leodoro struggled to stomach that information. "But... Then what will you do now?"

"There’s something that Jack wanted to offer you, but he’s busy so we came instead," stated Rydel. "Trodar’s borders are about to expand. If you want, you’ll be allowed to rebuild your country under Trodar’s flag as a Trodan territory."

"But that would be the same as submitting to Zuran!" yelled Leodoro.

"Is it?" Tridon asked, thinking more deeply. "Wouldn’t being under Trodar be much better than Zuran? At least we can trust Trodar, but can we trust Zuran?"

"Don’t tell me you’re--"

"I’m fine with relocating to Trodar," Tridon admitted. "What’s the point of fighting a pointless war?! Why should my men and their beasts sacrifice themselves in a fight that will never end till they’re overrun?!"

As Leodoro was unable to answer his questions, Tridon continued, turning to Rydel, "Is there a way for us to go to Trodar with you? Since you traveled here so quickly, doesn’t that mean you can get us there just as quickly?"

"That’s possible. We can arrange for you and your Beast Corp to join us. Jack wanted to ask if you’d like your Beast Corps to become a branch of the Leisure Guild," added the hunter.

"Really?! You’ve got yourself a deal!"