“Lord Deek, Ambassador Pait, thank you for your patience.” Duran entered our room a short while later, a gentle smile on his face.
“Lord Duran… ah… should I call you King now?”
He stiffened for a second and then raised his hand defensively. “No, no, it hasn’t gone that far. I may have been in a situation where I could speak for the tribes and lead the army temporarily, but that doesn’t an they’ve made the king.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not easy being the king of all the beastkin. I have many skills, but even I wouldn’t say I had those qualifications.” Lord Duran explained. “A king would be soone with the power and command to control all of the tribes and keep them in line. We wolfkin have a pack ntality. We depend too much on each other for our strength. Regrettably, the beastkin who might have the individual strength co from a tribe that is too small and fractured to be likely to beco king.”
“You guys don’t have so selection thod, do you?”
I was already imagining so kind of dungeon test like the King’s Selection mixed with the Champion’s Gauntlet. That would make a lot of sense if every country had its own form of test.
“Normally, the one who would beco king was the one who defeated the previous king.” He responded dryly. “However, you’re not an animalkin, technically, and you belong to another country. This is the first ti in Dioshin’s history that a king was killed by soone outside of Dioshin. It might not have been such a problem, but King Roth was ruthless in the destruction of his competition. There was no other strong opposition that could take his place, which is why things are in limbo.”
“Is it that bad?”
“The catkin tribe is still searching for a new leader. King Roth had spent generations snuffing out any males with potential, including his children. Although there are many powerful won from the catkin tribe, they had a long history of male rulers.”
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“It is only right that a man rules while his won hunt.” First, cut in with a snort.
The other lionesses were nodding in agreent. It was no surprise that the lionesses would feel this way, but not every cat species depended on a patriarchy, so I wondered if one of them might not have risen.
“If only the tigerkin were still alive. They were the rulers before King Roth rose and displaced them. That’s why he had such a history with the tigerkin.”
“I thought it had to do with so kind of prophecy or sothing.”
“That only happened later. After consolidating his power, King Roth had grown paranoid. He went to the Abyss and spoke to the soothsayer. It was her that warned him that the tigerkin threat he thought he had dealt with was were going to be his undoing. That’s when he tried to eradicate them outright.”
As Lord Duran spoke, I glanced in Lydia’s way, but she didn’t show any expression. She had been raised a sex slave, so whatever past she could have had seed aningless to her. I had asked her if she wanted to know more about her origins. Who was the family who saved her? Are any of them still alive? Lydia hadn’t been interested in her past.
“I am happy with Master here and now. I’m only interested in my future by master’s side, not a past where I didn’t have him.”
That’s what she had told .
Either way, as a dungeon master, I had an increasing interest in lore. I had a running theory that a person’s understanding of their own lore influenced their strength. If Lydia wanted to reach her true potential, then she would one day have to face her past. In the anti, I’d ask Lord Duran to look into it.
“Alright, since everyone is here, shall we head to the airship?” Lord Duran asked.
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