Being a highly intelligent species, it was only understandable to want more than just food and shelter. Yet to the Hawkish Faction of the Half-Elves, the idea that their comrades would side with Lanbael simply because they could not take the hardship was abhorrent to them. It was nothing short of a betrayal.
Being the leader of such a prideful faction, Aishael had to put on a resilient front. No matter who it was that ca at her, she would et them head on, never showing any signs of weakness lest those beneath get disheartened as well.
As the saying went, a lion leading a pack of sheep is stronger than a sheep leading a pack of lions. The importance of a leader could not be understated.
Even though she was still a young Half-Elven girl, Aishael had a strong sense of responsibility and duty to her people. On her dainty shoulders was the pride of her entire faction, and on her back were the eyes of every downtrodden Half-Elf. Those of the Hawkish Faction looked to her for hope while those who sided with Lanbael were rely waiting for the ti when their cowardice would be vindicated by her failure.
For so much to rest on such a young girl might have sounded ludicrous, but that was the reality of the situation -sotis, reality was even harder to believe than fiction. Should I find this laughable or just sad?
With the onset of war, those of the Hawkish Faction had to organise themselves into an army. It was a patchwork army, one that answered the call to war wherever they were needed. Yet despite their long history of service, each and every one of them ca off as scrawny looking, like a single gust of wind could blow them away.
In contrast, the slave gladiators were a lot sturdier built, most likely a result of their normal diet. After all, these gladiators were not just entertainnt, they were potential breeding stock as well. They had to maintain sufficient strength to fight both in the arena and out of it.
It could be said that the Hawkish Faction led by Aishael took a fevered approach to battle. They craved it, because that was how they would show their worth to the world. Or perhaps, that was how they garnered so asure of dignity for themselves -through a warriors death.
Without further ado, Aishael led her comrades out of the training ground. The cold and efficient girl that she was, I had no doubt that it wouldnt take long before an army was ford.
Whos the one in charge of supplying the Half-Elves? Is it Lanbael?
Their equipnt is their own. As for everything else, thats handled by another elder. Paliseth shook her head as she explained.
Make sure they are properly fed. And properly equipped too. During tis of war, they should at least have that level of treatnt.
Understood. She answered but gave a deep, long look in the process. As for the aforentioned Lanbael, she was practically shaking in her boots with regret right now.
I bet you didnt expect to favor that little acid tongue so much, did you? Honestly, I didnt as well I know she made my little bunny cry, but I dont hate her for that. I pity her, and wish to help her. She shouldnt be made to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age. At the very least, I can help her bear part of it.
To think that all this started because I wanted to munch on a few souls in the colosseum
To be honest, these Half-Elves deserve our pity, at least in my books. As a proud mber of the Waifu for Laifu Club, my motto has always been: what matters is whats on the outside. Aishael was a very pretty girl, and that was reason enough for to help her. Now, if she could just fix that acidic tongue of hers
Either way, since the colosseum wasnt going to work, its ti to head off to the battlefield.
There should be souls for to feed on there right?
Thats right. Theres no better place to harvest souls than a battlefield. Just as I ca to that decision, soone who I had long thought gone suddenly joined the conversation. Fertinier, who last said that she had so beauty sleep to catch up on, was more than happy to send off to that battlefield. That ant sothing was up.
Werent you just saying that you were tired?
Ha ha ha. She laught dryly. Your big sis is no longer tired.
Liar.
Your big sis is not a liar. She just awakened because of that Sword Dancers soul.
Sword Dancer? Dont tell she ans Sarkath? But I dont rember absorbing any such soul she didnt
Our little brother was busy being angry so he probably didnt notice at all.
All I have to say is, I hope you get a stomachache.
Yeah, yeah. Dont forget, your big sis still has no body so if anything were to happen, it would happen to our little brother.
Jokes aside, your current condition isnt suitable for war, but your big sis has sothing fun in mind.
Hey. This isnt so fieldtrip, Im going there to harvest souls. And youre the reason why Im in this trouble in the first place.
Oh ho? So our little brother doesnt want that bracelet then?
Scram! Thats mine now! Speaking of which, why is it so girly couldnt you have made it manlier to suit ?
But your big sis is a girl. Its only natural that she would like pretty things.
Girl? A girl that is tens of thousands of years old?
You want your big sis to smack you? She teased. Your big sis has a way to summon your mount for you. With a specialised mount by your side, riding into battle should be a lot safer.
A mount? Thats true. Right now, I cant really move about as I would like. A mount would make things more convenient as well. But when you say my mount, you dont an
Thats right. Mo Ning.
Mo Ning!? That sa Mo Ning who swings a certain way and calls dearest?
No! I refuse! All I wanted was just a mount and sohow I got myself a fiancee?! Absolutely, not. Never.
But have you ever considered that when you step into the Western Human Realms, having a Purgatory Warhorse would an that no one can ever catch up to you?
Still, no! Its precisely because of a Purgatory Warhorse that Im in this weird situation! And do you think those Demon Hunters are blind? Purgatory Warhorses are a bonafide creature of Hell, theres no way they would side with a human! I might as well wear a sign that says Im a Devil.
Not at all, little brother. All you have to do is claim that you are a Summoner. Its not like there arent humans who have a Purgatory Warhorse steed. Also, you have to transform once you step into the Western Human Realms. When that happens, your combat powers will be limited. Having her by your side would save you a lot of trouble.
But but dearest
Seeing that I was still against the idea, Fertinier finally decided to pull out her trump card. So to you, which is more important? Finding Nicole? Or not getting harassed by Mo Ning?
Hmm thats not really a choice, is it? Of course, its Nicole! For her sake, Im willing to climb the highest mountain.
Fine. Tell how to summon her.
Two hours later, with the assistance of Jezsere, a summoning circle was drawn with the blood of a fire magical beast. The materials required for the summoning were all prepared by Paliseth, of which there were at least one thousand Soulstones
Soulstones could be said to be a must-have tool for Occultists and Necromancers. They were magical tools used to seal a soul, sothing which was always required in large amounts whenever a summoning was required by an Occultist. Necromancers required souls in their spells as well. Clearly, such stones were sothing every Occultist or Necromancer had to have except for Jezsere.
Because of her timid personality, all the Soulstones in her possession were all empty. Thankfully, the Shadowhunter Clan, while not a Devil-summoning clan, still had so in reserve for the smattering of Occultists and Necromancers within their ranks.
In truth, these Soulstones could have been used to feed as well, but whats the point of saying that now?! Mo Nings summoning has already begun!
Ahhhh why am I so stupid?! I could have just told Paliseth about my condition! Im sure she can scrounge up so Soulstones from her clan mbers for .
Unfortunately, it was all too late. By the ti I ca to this realization, Paliseth had already gathered all the materials before .
As the saying went, there was no taking back an arrow that was fired. And even if I was restored to my forr condition, Fertiniers suggestion still had its rits. With her by my side, escaping would not be a problem at all.
With that in mind, I began summoning as per her instructions.
Because of our engagent pact, we were able to sense each other, even through dinsional barriers.
The fires of the Apocalypse descend upon the wastelands the skies foretell of the day the stars weep O ancient pact curse of the Apocalypse master of the sleeping world
(Say no to content thief!)
As I read those lines filled with only the hammiest of hams, I could feel my very skin tingle, like sothing had possessed . Thankfully, the whole incantation wasnt too long so the awkwardness was really just an instant.
Being one with , Fertinier naturally knew of my feelings as well. A fact which she made abundantly clear when she snickered. Actually, all those lines werent necessary at all. Your big sis just thought that they added to the atmosphere so she decided to incorporate them.
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