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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Hestia faced head-on the sharp gazes directed at her, not avoiding them.
They were from none other than her fellow feline tribe members.
“A feline tribesperson living beside humans is bound to be tamed.”
A male feline tribesman around Hestia’s age, when blood runs hot, spat out those words in front of her.
It was provocation stemming from jealousy.
Clear jealousy toward the feline tribesperson following Yuma, currently the most renowned being on the continent.
Hestia narrowed her eyes while her green eyes glowed.
“So, I looked like a tamed cat to you? Huh?”
Hestia drew her sword.
“If it bothers you, come at me, you bastard.”
“Eeek!”
At Hestia’s provocation, the feline tribesman ended up drawing his sword.
Bang!
And in just 3 exchanges, the man’s body was sprawled on the ground.
“Being in the wild doesn’t amount to much.”
Hestia suppressed the aura blade that had risen from her sword while smirking.
She couldn’t stay content at the mid-level Sword Expert realm when there were too many monsters around her.
Beyond simply physical aspects, monsters who grew and forged themselves.
That’s why Hestia couldn’t help but grow.
Sword Expert Advanced.
Although not as much as Cloney or Bell, Hestia was growing at a comparable speed.
“Aaaagh!”
When the Twilight tribe’s feline tribesman sprawled on the ground screamed and tried to get up again, someone grabbed his shoulder and forced him back down.
“That one has enough skill to be kept by his side. Fur too close to scarlet… and those green eyes. A child of the Paradise tribe.”
The Twilight tribe’s chief, Elfer, approached Hestia while his brown mane fluttered.
“Come to think of it, I heard there was one who left the tribe two years ago to wander the continent. Seems that was you. What’s your name? I’m Elfer.”
Hestia opened her mouth.
“Hestia.”
Elfer slowly nodded his head.
“Yes, Hestia. I think being among humans can be quite a valuable experience. However, only if you’re not swayed and used by humans.”
Someone appeared beside Hestia.
“She’s not swayed or used by anyone. Sister Hestia isn’t.”
It was Cloney with black hair and golden eyes.
“She’s just a comrade.”
Elfer’s eyes widened at Cloney’s words.
“Ho… oh. Comrade. I see. I understand. I made an unnecessary remark.”
Elfer was quite surprised by Cloney’s aura, unbefitting of a magician.
By the aura of the girl who stared at him without any change in expression despite facing him, a large feline tribesman who looked no different from a beast.
Hestia grinned.
“Let’s go, Cloney!”
Yuma, who had efficiently extracted items from the Dwarves, headed back to the Elves.
He had something to confirm with them, specifically with the High Elf spirit user Luinerif.
“Luinerif.”
Luinerif narrowed his eyes seeing Yuma suddenly return.
“What is it?”
Having just witnessed the scene of Yuma extracting items from the Dwarves, Luinerif couldn’t help but flinch at Yuma’s approach.
“Show me a spirit. I’ve never seen one before, so I’d like to see one.”
Luinerif felt like he’d been hit hard on the head with a rock.
“…You just want to see a spirit?”
“Yes.”
Luinerif soon slowly nodded.
“Can you promise not to do anything rash?”
“Yes, I’ll just look.”
Yuma had only one thing to confirm.
Green light shone from Luinerif’s eyes.
And green afterglow spread from his back.
“Friend.”
Something appeared behind Luinerif. It was a huge bird.
It was a spirit with its entire body glowing blue and green.
-Kiruruuk!
The mysterious blue-green bird let out a faint cry and perched on Luinerif’s shoulder.
“This is the wind spirit, Sylphid.”
Yuma stared at the wind bird, Sylphid.
The frightening thing about spirit users is that they don’t have just one spirit.
And also that Luinerif here isn’t the only Elf spirit user in Elvheim.
‘Seeing how each spirit is recognized as an individual entity in detection, it seems killing the spirit probably wouldn’t kill Luinerif.’
Rather, the spirit itself would likely have a higher chance of disappearing from this world.
He had already heard from Brigitte that in this world, only Elves had talent as spirit users.
Yuma slowly nodded while thinking that although the probability was extremely low, if Elves ever became enemies, it would be quite troublesome.
“That’s enough. Thanks for showing me.”
Luinerif stroked Sylphid’s head with a gentle face.
-Kirururu…
Following Luinerif’s will, Sylphid scattered blue-green light and returned to the spirit realm.
Yuma had confirmed everything he needed to confirm.
Although they didn’t really maintain the proper form of a council meeting, they had established the proper form for contacting each other when demon realm members invaded through communication magic tools.
And just learning what kind of beings the continent’s other species were was clearly a harvest.
The Species Council came to an end like that.
The Lycantrope Kingdom’s crown prince, Berkan, approached Yuma.
“I’ll stabilize Baukalak as soon as I return. I’ll make them pay for daring to try to stab the crown prince, me, in the back.”
Berkan’s face with a complete wolf’s head faced Yuma.
His gray mane fluttering and intense eyes stared at Yuma.
“Yes, clean it up properly.”
You need to clean up your house properly to be useful in the demon realm invasion.
That was the intention behind Yuma’s words, but Berkan didn’t take them that way.
One more phrase was stuck after Yuma’s words:
-If you don’t clean it up properly, I’ll step in myself and sweep away Baukalak.
This showed how much Yuma’s intimidating presence had grown in Berkan’s mind.
The species representatives gathered around the round table again.
“Someday we might end up fighting each other.”
Brigitte, standing beside Yuma, slowly continued speaking.
“However, this time we join forces. When this species alliance joins forces, who could invade the continent?”
Brigitte’s words resonated heavily with the species.
The Dwarves nodded their heads greatly.
“That’s right. We can’t let those demon bastards dare covet this middle realm.”
And Brigitte’s final words rang out.
“Yes, when the time comes, we’ll show who the true masters of this land are. This time, our five species become one.”
Sharpness flowed in everyone’s eyes.
Humans, feline tribe, Dwarves, Lycantropes, Elves.
It was the moment the alliance of five species was completed.
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Crack!
─Divine Realm.
Barbatos, the god of war and struggle, was traversing the vast divine realm.
Black hair fluttered intensely. Red eyes moved here and there to track prey.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mountains grew distant with a single step.
With one leap he went up and down between heaven and earth.
The 2nd tier gods who belonged to evil gods but weren’t among the Eight Evil Gods swallowed their saliva watching the war god Barbatos’ chase.
“…He hunts gods again.”
At the words of a god in the form of a black sheep, a god in the form of a pink-haired girl clicked her tongue.
“Tsk tsk… how can 2nd tier gods comfortably act as gods, being so scared?”
The black sheep rolled its pure white eyes.
“Who did you say the war god is chasing?”
“Rockmentn, the god of wisdom and magic.”
“…He’ll be caught eventually. Even though the divine realm is vast, it’s almost half now.”
The girl agreed with the sheep’s words.
The current divine realm is split cleanly in half.
Half consisting of the Eight Evil Gods who devoured other gods and the gods who follow them.
And the other half consisting of the gods who opposed the Eight Evil Gods and split the divine realm’s territory in half.
The Eight Evil Gods and their following gods mockingly called that place the ‘Outer Divine Realm.’
‘I’ll catch him.’
Barbatos scanned around while easily leaping over another mountain.
To find Rockmentn who had awakened the authority he needed to devour.
‘Hide as best you can.’
Bang!
The god-killing expedition he embarked on after a very long time was enough to raise Barbatos’ excitement.
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The time remaining until the demon realm army’s invasion was roughly 3 months.
Time flowed quickly.
When one month passed, someone appeared in the sky.
It was a High Elf riding a huge griffin.
A High Elf at the Grand Sword Master realm.
The Elf man Yulaus with long silver hair handed Yuma the reins connected to the huge bird griffin’s saddle.
Yulaus had a delicate face but quite a thick voice.
“The griffin is close to a divine beast that reads its rider’s heart. Only beings with supreme confidence in themselves can achieve resonance with a griffin.”
Yuma stared at the griffin.
Just in height it seemed comparable to an ogre.
The divine beast with an eagle’s head and wings, and a lion’s body naturally emitted an intense pressure.
When Yuma grabbed the reins, the griffin’s sharp eyes directly faced Yuma.
“Does the griffin have a name?”
Yuma asked while staring intently at the griffin.
Yulaus’ voice was heard.
“It’s Ethan.”
“Ethan, nice to meet you.”
Yuma unhesitatingly stroked Ethan’s head and back.
Then mounted the saddle.
Krururuk…
A brief sharp cry.
But Yuma paid no attention to it and gripped the reins.
Firmly believing in oneself.
That was one of the few things Yuma possessed.
“Let’s go.”
Yuma’s unwavering coldness flowed through the griffin’s body line.
Step… step…
Griffin Ethan’s heavy steps began.
Flutter
And the huge wings slowly moved, preparing to fly.
Yuma pulled the reins lightly.
It was the signal for gliding.
Whoosh─!
Yuma saw the clouds that seemed within reach.
And the dense imperial palace structures and bare grasslands on the ground.
Yuma flew around the huge mountain behind the imperial palace for a while.
“Faster.”
Resonance.
“Slower.”
Grrrr
As if understanding Yuma’s words, the griffin understood everything Yuma said while stroking its back.
“…You’re just like an Elf.”
Yulaus couldn’t help but say that seeing Yuma who had landed back on the ground after riding Ethan.
Another month passed after receiving the griffin as payment for Elf diplomat Ischeria’s life.
This visitor came at night.
Yuma opened the reception room door.
“You’re a bit late.”
Lycantrope Berkan was bowing his head deeply inside the reception room.
“Did you clean up the kingdom?”
Berkan’s golden eyes faced Yuma directly.
“Yes, explained everything to father… and executed all of my brother and the group he had built up.”
Yuma moved his gaze to the pouch in Berkan’s hand.
Berkan chuckled.
“Seems you smell the blood. It’s my brother’s tongue. I ripped out his very cunning tongue.”
“You must have had a hard time. Do you resent me?”
At Yuma’s words, Berkan shook his head.
“Far from resenting, I’m grateful. Thanks to you I was able to clean up the kingdom, warrior.”
Berkan put the pouch containing his brother’s tongue in his spatial pocket.
And added words.
“Now, have the Baukalak Kingdom and Astes Empire become complete allies?”
Yuma held out his right hand.
“Of course.”
Berkan raised the corners of his mouth while grasping that hand.
And another month passed.
“Yuma…!”
Brigitte urgently woke Yuma.
The figure of Brigitte wearing her imperial attire appeared.
Yuma smirked seeing Brigitte who personally woke him.
“Again, doing something unbefitting an emperor.”
Despite Yuma’s familiar words, Brigitte’s hardened face didn’t soften.
Brigitte urgently opened the window while her pure white hair fluttered.
“…Clear signs of invasion have begun.”
Yuma and Brigitte looked at one place.
It was the sky.
In the clear sky.
Rumble…!
There was a single blemish.
A purple circular air current was rippling like lightning while releasing dark red heat haze.
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