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?"

citizenship in Kandria," Rui remarked. "At the same time, they were deeply interested in winning over the Silas Clan to the

Union is the place

the Underworld, where you will then become the enemy of

name aloud. He had already warned the Matriarch of the importance of the secret and had reluctantly got her to agree to allow Sage Sayfeel to wipe out his memory from their minds with some hypnosis while she herself agreed to never divulge the

"We refuse to make enemies inside the nation or swear loyalty and comply. The Martial Union seems like the best place,

and even giving you all a say in the Union's Fiscal Committee, which decides the allocation of

that. "We are very much willing to enter such an agreement unless the

a 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

one's hands on the power of prophecy. Both classes of Martial Artists were too powerful to be worth sacrificing en masse for the sake of the power

that's quite attractive,

to provide you with a more detailed report

It has been a long time since I've read in the

"Understandable."

his

STEP

at the Silas settlement in the Ilvilia

inspecting the progress of the clan. Considering how short a while it had been, they had made significant progress in building initial settlements for everybody in a short

grandson, entering a particularly large hut. "Give me all the information you have about the Divine Doctor. I shall fulfill your

before proceeding to tell her everything that the information package covered. He also showed her several pictorial representations of

and present her summaries and distilled shreds of information that were

this fashion. I wonder if the Silas Clan could employ their soul