The Martial Unity

The impacts of the second Senior-level conflict between the Kaddar Treaty Organization were vast. Far more vast than anyone partaking had expected.

"What did you say?" A deep masculine voice boomed across a large throne room adorned with ostentatious decorations.

The throne room was adorned with many seats, each more extravagant than the last the further towards the opposite end of the entrance they went.

The king of the Graheria Empire sat on the giant gold and silver throne at the very end.

General Dereftar gritted his teeth and endured the reproachful eyes of the many royal dignitaries who presided over the meeting.

"General Dereftar," The king addressed the Martial Senior. "I asked you a question. How did Senior Ferin perish?"

"…A fourth Martial Senior of the Floating Sect killed her before we realized it." The man clenched his fist as he squeezed the words out of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," The king replied simply. "How did the three of you fail to notice an attack from the enemy until after it killed Senior Ferin? How did Senior Ferin fail to miss such a lethal attack?"

Yet the general knew that the king's mood was anything but simple.

Or perhaps it was simple.

Simply furious, that was.

"It was… a sound-based attack, your majesty," The general straightforwardly.

not impressed by that statement, it meant nothing to someone who wasn't deeply

inception of the technique rather than the sound itself. For us to have not noticed it means that the Martial Senior could not have

Ferin had to be a

something that only a Martial Senior could do. To hit a bullseye from that

He hesitated.

is it?" The king asked, narrowing his

I suppose it's possible that he was an all-rounder, but all-rounders aren't supposed to be that powerful in each individual field, so

Pure fury could be heard in the king's voice. "But a Martial Senior of our kingdom was killed, resulting in the loss

winced inwardly, the reproach from

The

is correct,

and exhaled deeply, allowing the truth to

of self-control to burst out screaming in anger and frustration in a manner that was simply

one of the worst outcomes possible. The probability of such a thing

had assured him that such a thing was impossible was the same man who

truly wanted to get up from his throne, walk down there, and chew him out

too far. Martial Seniors were too precious to the kingdom for him to even risk going too far with his aggressive criticism. He did not want to risk losing another Martial Senior due to having left him

problem with

weapons, they were also people. If they were disenfranchised, they

of the military. Loyalty was something that was

The king

"Yes, your majesty?"