The Martial Unity

Lashara smiled at those words, turning to Rui with an affectionate gaze. "…It is my favorite past-time."

Rui's smile was melancholic, for he knew that soon he would be departing from the Kandrian Empire and would not see her for several years to come.

"Then, you'll have to pardon me while I borrow this young man for a brief," Matriarch Nephi got up, withdrawing her hands from Lashara. "We have some important matters to speak about."

Rui waved the dumbfounded Quarrier Orphanage. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

The two of them sky-walked across Kandria toward the Ilvilia Forest, where the Silas Clan was settling.

"You have been blessed," Matriarch Nephi remarked with a profound tone. "That bastard Rael did a good job finding a family for you."

Rui smiled wryly. "Grandmother, when I'm gone…"

"Don't worry," she remarked. "I shall ensure that no harm shall befall the Quarrier Orphanage. Not now, not ever. Rest assured that my power will protect them always.

Rui heaved a deep sigh of relief. "…Thank you."

With that reassurance, Rui could probably stop worrying about the Quarrier Orphanage entirely. With the protection of a prophetic Martial Sage, the Quarrier Orphanage was essentially untouchable.

"Now then," Matriarch Nephi narrowed her eyes. "What did the Martial Sages of the Martial Union say to you?"

remarked. "At the same time, they were deeply interested in winning over the Silas

and you're sure that the Martial Union is the place

you will then become the enemy of the Martial Union and the

to agree to allow Sage

"We refuse to make enemies inside the nation or swear loyalty

Fiscal Committee, which decides the allocation of the Martial Art budget. They are also proposing a mutual aid agreement where both parties will come to aid the other in times of unprovoked

with enthuse at that. "We are very much willing to enter such an agreement unless the Martial Union is frequently

minute proportion of the peak of human civilization, the Sage-level powerhouses, around the Panamic Continent that have the balls to attack us. And frankly, the incentive is not

it to lose half one's Martial Sages and Martial Masters just to get one's hands on the power of prophecy. Both classes of Martial Artists were too powerful to be worth sacrificing

attractive, then,"

you want me to provide you with a more detailed

since I've read in the continental dialect, and I prefer to rely

"Understandable."

simplified his job,

STEP

arrived at the Silas settlement in the

a while it had been, they had made significant progress in building initial settlements for everybody in a short amount of

Doctor. I shall fulfill your request to

He also showed her several pictorial representations of data, including a map featuring the Divine Doctor's migration

summaries and distilled shreds of information that were particularly

death in this fashion. I wonder if the Silas Clan could employ their soul transfer technique to overcome the shortcoming of the Eye of