The forest surrounding the Lightning Griffon academy, the night before.
Since Linjos didn’t need its help for the second exam, Scarlett the Scorpicore, Lord of the forest surrounding the White Griffon academy, had spent the last months performing its annual round of the Distar Marquisate.
The Scorpicore would look for magical beasts old and wise enough to be potential candidates for becoming Awakened ones, hence turning them into Monsters. Scarlett had no obligation to do such thing, it simply felt it was the right thing to do to keep the balance.
Magical beasts had a mortality rate incomparable with humans. Dying of old age for them was more a myth than a possibility. Humans kept growing in numbers and power instead.
Without new Monsters to keep their greed and selfishness in check, there was no telling how bad things could beco. eting Protector while performing a background check on the mysterious human-Abomination hybrid cub had been the icing on the cake.
Not only was Lith trustworthy according to the many magical beasts he had interacted with, but Scarlett had also managed to help Protector to evolve, securing the County of Lustria for at least a few centuries.
- "If only the rest of my traveling went that good." Scarlett inwardly sighed.
"This year has started badly and if it keeps going like this, my fur will turn grey from the constant worrying."–
During its round, it had t countless magical beasts and most of them were harbingers of bad news. Or better yet, the sa piece of bad news repeated over and over. After consulting with Tarbas the Naga, Lord of the forest surrounding the Lightning Griffon academy, they had resolved to summon the Council.
The Lords took out a communication device from their respective dinsional amulets.
Unlike those Lith and the rest of mankind used in their daily activities, those communication amulets were made out of Davross (*) instead of silver, while the magical gemstone embedded on it shone of pure white light instead of the common blue.
"This is a waste of ti." Tarbas said. The Naga was a monster with the lower part of her body resembling a huge snake’s tail, while the upper part could have been mistaken for a human woman if it wasn’t for her sky-blue skin and six arms instead of two.
She wore an enchanted breastplate covering her torso and six different enchanted weapons were ready at hand, two on its back, four where the hips were supposed to be.
"Those old farts will never listen to us." Tarbas shook her head in resignation, letting her long, silky black hair dance under the moonlight.
"If I wanted to hear your whining, I would have just called." Scarlett snorted.
"The only reason I’m here is that without two communicators it’s impossible to summon the Council. Now shut up and let
do the talking. If we have any chance of persuading those blockheads, we need to be calm and confident.
So keep your mood swings in check."
Tarbas clicked her tongue, but she couldn’t raise any objection. Being a cold-hot blooded hybrid, she was indeed moody.
There wasn’t any magic formula or circle involved, as soon as the two mystical amulets touched, five figures materialized mid air.
Each of them was the spokesperson of their own kind of Awakened ones. Humans, magical beasts, undead, plants, and Guardians. The assembly didn’t have an official na, each race would refer to it differently.
Humans called it "The Guiding Hand
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