Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord Chapter 318: Tell me what you want

Till night, nothing happened.

The Akatsuki began to settle and tear down. They built tents, and a portion of the wall was getting torn down. Each stone that fell seed to make Vale jolt.

He didn’t sleep much, and his appetite was imdiately lost. Indeed, this was the first ti in his life that he’d been without hopes of what would happen.

At first, he thought that he or others around him—especially his trusted advisor, Tiber—would co up with sothing, but it seed everyone had hit a blank wall.

Vale didn’t take it well. "...My ambition is gone... just like that? But how? Why? How did I get to this situation?!"

But he knew the answer. Vale had begun to care. He didn’t know when it started, but the Clan that he should have torn down and rebuilt was still standing.

He was changing the ans by which he wanted to achieve his goals. He laughed bitterly. "Armies? Allies? When did I start to burden myself with such things? I swore to myself that I would reach my goals no matter what. And yet...

"And now? I’ve been putting a clause on it. I care about how many people get killed. Just... when did I start?"

He could rember when he went after his goal like a hound back in the Borderland. And now he had left all that behind and was going at his ambition the wrong way.

"My Lord... you have so guests."

Suddenly, he heard the voice from outside. It was Eryndor’s voice, and Vale was familiar enough with the man to know that sothing was wrong.

But before Vale could reply, Tiber entered the tent that he was using. His face was serious. "My Lord, Elder Youn is here, and he wants to talk with you."

Vale raised his brows. That was a surprise. "The lead Elder?"

Tiber nodded. "The one and the sa. He said he needed to talk with you, and he brought a Master Knight-rank guard with him."

Vale gestured. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think he’s here to negotiate with you. And if he’s going to be our ally, then it’s not a bad thing—as long as he can pull his own weight."

Vale nodded. "Bring him here."

The Elder Youn, whose father had been the Leader of the Elders, entered. The Elders were branch family mbers of the Athrimir. They carried the blood, but not directly—at the very least, they didn’t have enough power to beco the Clan leader.

The main Athrimir had always forbidden the others from starting sub-clans, sothing that the Elders always seed to resent the main branch for.

This Elder Youn had faint purple eyes, a mark that the Athrimir blood still ran in him. He was a Knight-rank, but he walked as if he were the Clan leader.

Behind him ca a young man. He had white markings on his body—lines that ran across his skin—and since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was visible to all. He carried two swords with him. He was the Master Knight.

Eryndor stood directly behind this Master Knight, and his tattoos glowed faintly. He had marked the man as the highest threat to Vale.

Vale was leaning against his chair when the man entered, and his green eyes shone like a gem. Heat rolled off him in waves, and his hands were folded in front of him. "Tell one reason why I should not kill you now, Elder Youn."

The old man was tall, and his spine was still straight. The wrinkles on his face didn’t hide the sharpness of his eyes. "Because I might just be your only saving grace here against your enemies?"

Vale scowled. "You are my enemy."

The older man chuckled. "Only if you want us to be. I have never been an enemy. I stand by the Clan always."

Vale snorted and looked at the Master Knight instead. "Why don’t you join , Master Knight? I can assure you that it’s way better than serving the old man."

Elder Youn showed his teeth. "How shaless can you be, Vale Athrimir? I was the one who picked him from the street and helped him get to where he is now. Don’t think you can buy loyalty."

Vale dismissed him with a wave and was still focused on the Master Knight. "Eh? Then that ans he owes his loyalty to the Clan. You trained him with the resources of the Clan, after all. In a way, he belongs to the Clan."

Elder Youn hissed. "You...! And what about ? I don’t belong to the Clan?"

"You did. But now? That remains to be seen. You turned your back on your Clan and your Lord. What do you want now?"

Elder Youn sneered. "I turned my back on the Clan? Did your father not turn his back on the Clan? And did he not turn his back on ?"

Vale frowned. "And he’s dead for it. What else do you want to happen? But you—you turned your sword against the Clan. You set a Grandmaster on us, and now the Akatsuki will tear down what remains of the Clan. You have what you wished for, Elder Youn."

The Elder stiffened. Maybe he thought he wouldn’t be found out that easily, or he expected Vale to welco him with open hands.

"You are a fool if you turn your back on , Vale Athrimir. Will you really turn your back on help? Even a single Master Knight will change the war on both sides. Do you really want to see the city burned down around you?"

It was Vale’s turn to stiffen. Tiber looked at him, and Vale could easily read the look on his face. Vale sighed. "Tell what you want, Elder Youn."

"I want you to remove the law on us Elders creating sub-clans of the Athrimir Clan! This is what every Elder since the foundation has been trying to do. Remove it, and I will throw my support behind yours.

"Do not forget, Vale, that you were a single stroke away from being an Elder yourself and creating a new line of Elders."