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.

impressed by that statement, it meant nothing to someone who wasn't deeply familiar with the intricacies

inception of the technique rather than the sound itself. For us to have not noticed it

means that the Martial Artist that killed Ferin had to be a truly

nodded gravely. "Certainly something that only a Martial Senior could do. To hit a

He hesitated.

it?" The king asked, narrowing

endurance and healing. I suppose it's possible that he was an all-rounder, but

not only did you all fail in your operation…" Pure fury could be heard in the king's voice. "But a Martial Senior of our kingdom was killed, resulting in the loss of one of our precious few national treasures. On top of that, the Floating Sect

winced inwardly, the reproach from

question." The king

correct, Your

and exhaled deeply, allowing the truth to finally

in anger and frustration in a manner that was simply unbecoming of

with was one of the worst outcomes possible. The probability of such a thing happening had been estimated to be extremely

who had assured him that such a thing was

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

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

problem with Martial

weren't just weapons, they were also people. If they were disenfranchised, they

military. Loyalty was something that was well-trained in the military. He had risen through the ranks as a Martial Artist and had been treated quite well by

Dereftar." The king

"Yes, your majesty?"