"Armour?" Naqir’s voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade.
He gripped his fabric tunic and muttered with a broken smile, "What armour? You want all of the warriors to go through the hell that I went through just for not wearing hides and furs like the others?"
Everyone fell silent at what he was trying to say, and Morvak spat, "Who allowed this half—"
But before Morvak could finish, a heavy amount of aura struck him from above.
"Ugh?!" A groan left his lips, he fell onto the ground, and veins bulged all over his body as the aura pinned him down.
He tried to fight back the heavy aura with his own, but he was too weak.
"AHHHH—!" A painful scream left him, and the sound of cracks echoed throughout the hut as his bones cracked under the pressure.
Tears and snort stread down his face, and his eyes t with the person who was pressuring him down — Rion.
Rion stared into Morvak’s eyes and asked in a chilling voice, "What did you say again? Halfblood?"
Morvak trembled on the ground, and Rion stated, "I am the son of the forr princess of the Leonara kingdom... so what am I? The Half-Blood Prince?"
No one spoke for Morvak, and seeing that, Rion clicked his tongue.
His gaze shifted towards Naqir.
Naqir trembled as their eyes t and cried inwardly, ’W-What does he want from ?!’
"What did you an by the hell you went through?" Rion asked calmly.
Naqir froze. He looked at Rion’s calm gaze and mumbled, "Y-You want to listen to it?"
"I do," Rion said.
"We do not have ti for this," Rheak scoffed, and Rion glared at him.
Rheak looked away and muttered, "But it’s still a related issue, so we can talk about it."
Rion looked back at Naqir and said, "So?"
Naqir took a deep breath and began to explain, "My father was a knight from the Leonara kingdom, and because my body is weaker than others, wearing hides and furs doesn’t provide enough protection..."
He lowered his head and continued, "That’s why after I beca a group leader, I began to wear fabric, and the other group leaders didn’t like that I wasn’t upholding the traditions, so they began to cause trouble for my group and ."
Rion frowned, turned his head towards Marin and asked, "Don’t group leaders have the privilege to wear fabric clothes?"
Marin nodded, scanned all of the group leaders and answered, "They do, but sotis tradition overwhelms conscience."
Rion shook his head, looked at Naqir and asked, "Who was that group leader?"
Naqir looked at Rion with wide eyes, and Rion repeated his question, "Who was it?"
Naqir bit his lower lip and said, "Three."
Rion blinked a few tis and mumbled in a puzzled voice, "There were three of them...?"
Naqir nodded and answered, "Morvak, Rhaek and Drokan..."
The hut fell into silence for a few minutes, and the sound of Naqir’s stifled cries resounded throughout the hut.
Rion’s eyes shifted between the three, and he asked, "Do you believe that wearing hides and furs instead of fabric makes you stronger?"
None of them spoke.
Morvak couldn’t speak because he was lying unconscious on the floor. Drokan and Rheak didn’t speak, knowing how strong Rion was.
Suddenly, Rion began to rub his chin with a thoughtful look on his face and mumbled,
"I don’t get it..."
"How?"
"Mhm. It doesn’t make sense."
Everyone looked at him with frowns, and Marin questioned, "What are you thinking about?"
After hearing Marin’s voice, Rion ca out of his reverie and asked, "I was thinking how Dhaevrak still exists with leaders like these?"
Silence. Utter silence descended into the hut, and an alard expression appeared on Marin’s face.
"Ah!" A thought suddenly appeared in Rion’s head, and he voiced, "Maybe the reason why the Sovereign doesn’t take part in the tribe’s politics is that he doesn’t have any hopes from any of you, so he just keeps an eye on the purple fog forest all the ti?"
All of the group leaders clenched their fists, but none of them spoke because they knew that Haden always kept an eye on the purple fog forest, so Rion’s words weren’t entirely baseless.
Marin, Arok and Zaelyane stared at Rion in confusion and disbelief, but even they weren’t ready for Rion’s next words.
"Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if the Remnant took over all of us..."
"Stop your tongue, kid!" Grathar bellowed.
"Do you believe that you are better than us?! Do you think you wouldn’t have done the sa as they did? Stop acting like a good guy," he sneered.
Rion looked into Grathar’s eyes and burst into laughter.
Everyone’s expression darkened.
A vein throbbed at Grathar’s forehead, and he mumbled, "You... What are you laughing at?"
Rion cald his laughter and answered, "Haha! I think I finally understood why none of you cared when your own family was being bled to death! Because you all already have this excuse that the other person is no better! Hahaha!"
His laughter rang throughout the hut, and a few of them lowered their heads.
Grathar’s face turned furious, he gripped the handle of his giant hamr and leapt at Rion.
Swoosh!
His hamr descended onto him.
Thud!
Only for Rion to stop it with his left hand. Grathar looked at Rion with wide eyes, and Rion began to stand up.
He pulled back his hamr and covered it with his aura before lifting it to strike again, but Rion wrapped his aura around his hand and slapped him.
THAP!
The slap echoed throughout the hut.
Zoka, Drokan, and Rhaek gritted their teeth in anger.
Grathar’s vision spun, and he fell down on his knee.
Thud!
The ground shook, and the wooden floor cracked as the giant hamr slipped out of his hands.
Other group leaders were already looking at Rion with their hands on their weapons.
Rion looked down on Grathar, turned his head towards Marin and said, "It’s useless... Most of them don’t even know what they are doing is wrong, so how are we going to get any reasonable input from them?"
Marin scanned everyone’s vigilant faces before he looked into Rion’s eyes and asked, "So what should we do?"
"We will do it the old way, let strength do the talking."
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