LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter Forty One
"I can't thank you enough, Maple of Maple Tree. Sally's trust in you was not misplaced," Dagi said, bowing her head before Maple in front of a large, newly constructed house. Her voice carried a weight of gratitude that seemed to resonate in the quiet air.
Maple smiled sheepishly, her eyes soft with sincerity. "It's just Maple. And I would never betray Sally. She's important to me."
Dagi turned to watch Sally with a motherly smile as Sally tried to coax Jurai down from a high pillar nearby. The pillar was one of many stone structures scattered throughout the city, remnants of Maple's rampage.
Jurai, the ever-energetic wolf kin, was perched high atop the pillar, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon with exhilaration. Her voice echoed through the city as she laughed. "Hahahaha! This is amazing, a land we can call our own." She dodged Sally's attempts to catch her, nimbly climbing higher with each movement.
Sally let out a frustrated chuckle, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at Jurai. "Technically, it's Maple's. Get down from there, you could hurt the baby."
Jurai turned to flex her muscles, her grin wide and unabashed. Her tail swayed behind her. "Our people are strong; this is nothing," she declared, her voice carrying the pride and resilience of her kin.
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While Maple had been prepared to welcome the pregnant women into the guild as members, Chrome and Sally had persuaded her that it wouldn't be necessary. Instead, offering them a place within the city itself seemed like the perfect compromise.
This decision led to a surprising discovery. As the guild was established within a city that Maple now owned, its foundations resting on a powerful leyline,
|| Tertiary Territory Discovered ||
|| Appraising Territory ||
|| Synchronizing ||
|| Please Choose a Name for the City || (let me know what name I should use in the comments below)
The revelation that the city was integrated into the guild's domain came as a delightful surprise for Maple. She had been pondering how to go about rebuilding and revitalizing the city, and now the task seemed more manageable.
With blueprints skillfully drawn by Sally and Chrome (and some amusing doodles contributed by Maple), they set to work. The debris from the ruined city, once scattered and forlorn, was repurposed with care. Stones were cleaned and stacked, wood was shaped and placed, and the city's heart began to beat anew.
Of course the city was now anchored by a massive, tree standing tall at its center. Its branches stretched wide, casting dappled shadows across the square. Dagi had called it, a symbol of life and renewal, as she watched it grow with an almost sentient magic, its roots intertwining with the city itself. From its boughs, they harvested wood, which they used to raise a four-story building. The structure emerged from the earth as if it had always been there, an organic extension of the land itself.
As they worked, the city transformed. Streets were cleared and widened, buildings were repaired or newly constructed, and gardens bloomed with vibrant flowers and greenery.
The women were given space if their own within the building, with Yslaine promising to get hired help to take care of them. Of course Jurai was opposed to this, but a stare from Dagi had the wolf kin pouting in defeat.
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In the midst of this flurry of activity, Maple stood back, observing with a mix of awe and sorrow. The city, now silent and empty, was once alive with the sounds of laughter and labor. The people who had called this place home were destroyed by her very hands. Even with the assurance that the city was already dying, Maple felt no small amount of grief.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the land as the day came to a close. And in that moment, Maple felt a deep sense of purpose, someone had tried to hurt something that belonged to her, she wouldn't stand and do nothing. Not in a world like this where the strong prey on the weak.
She would make as many friends as she can, and protect them all. The ones beyond that? She would be ready.
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GOLD.
That was the main theme of the large throne room in which the emperor sat upon his throne. The room was a monument to opulence, with golden pillars reaching up to a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate mosaics depicting the empire's conquests. A grand chandelier of gold and crystal hung from the center, casting a warm, radiant glow over everything below.
Emperor Aresac'Al surveyed his nine generals, who knelt in reverence before him, their heads bowed in submission. His long blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, accentuating his chiseled features. The emperor was a figure of imposing majesty, his white, sleek robes adorned with golden accessories that reflected his unrivaled authority. He sat with an air of supreme confidence, his piercing blue eyes assessing each general with a keen intelligence.
Before him, arranged in a semicircle, knelt the nine most formidable warriors of the empire, each possessing a terrifying prowess that secured their place at the pinnacle of power:
General Valerius the Bastion.
Valerius was a massive figure, towering over his peers even as he knelt. His golden armor seemed to absorb the light around him, and intricate engravings of ancient runes covered its surface. His face was stern and weathered, with a short-cropped beard that matched his steely gaze. He knelt closest to the throne, a position of honor and trust, symbolizing his role as the emperor’s shield and the first line of defense.
Lady Seraphine the Etherweaver
With long, flowing silver hair and eyes that gleamed like molten gold, Seraphine was a striking presence. She wore robes of deep indigo, interwoven with threads of gold that shimmered with every movement. Her delicate hands rested on her knees, fingers subtly twitching. Positioned to Valerius's left, her role was that of the arcane strategist, wielding magic to reshape battles.
General Thalor the Arcblade
Thalor's lean, athletic build hinted at his speed and agility. His sharp features were framed by raven-black hair tied into a tight braid, and his eyes were a piercing shade of green. His armor was sleek and lightweight, allowing for quick movement, and he carried twin blades that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. He knelt next to Seraphine.
Lady Calista the Wraith
Calista was an enigma, her form partially obscured by a cloak of shifting shadows. Her features were ethereal and almost otherworldly, with pale skin and hair that flowed like liquid night. Her eyes, a piercing violet, seemed to see everything and nothing. She knelt at the far edge.
General Orin the Terraformer
Orin was a giant of a man, his muscular form resembling the very mountains he could command. His skin had a rough, earthen tone, and his hair was a wild mane of deep brown. His presence was solid and unyielding, much like the land he manipulated. Positioned beside Valerius, he was the embodiment of raw power.
Lady Oum the Starcaller
Oum was ethereal, her delicate frame adorned with armor that sparkled like the night sky. Her long, platinum hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes shone with the light of twinkling stars. Her bow was slung across her back, its celestial design a testament to her unique abilities. She knelt beside Thalor.
General Kael the Pyromancer
With flames that were rumored to come second only to the flames of Garuth, the Sin of Pride, Kael was a fiery presence, his hair a shock of red that matched the inferno in his eyes. His skin was marked with intricate patterns that glowed with an internal heat, and his armor was fashioned from scorched metal that seemed to radiate warmth. He knelt next to Lyra.
General Elys the Storm
Elys was a lithe figure, her movements as fluid as the winds she commanded. Her hair was a wild tangle of white, crackling with static energy, and her eyes glowed with a stormy intensity. She wore robes that billowed around her, seemingly caught in a perpetual breeze. She was positioned next to Calista
General Draven the Oblivion
Draven was a shadowy figure, his presence a void that seemed to draw in the light. His features were obscured by a hood, but the outline of his face was sharp and angular. His eyes, when they caught the light, glowed with an eerie black luminescence. He knelt at the edge of the semicircle.
The emperor's gaze swept over his generals, a look of dissatisfaction playing at the corners of his lips. "Report." he declared, his voice resonant and commanding.
The generals rose as one, and Draven stepped forward. "My liege, the winds are turning and Phalsia has been tilted. One of the Sins has fallen, the Sin of Envy, defeated by a mere child. Phalsia's west is currently weakened."
Orin's voice boomed in the air as he declared. "A perfect time to deal a mighty blow."
Oum frowned, murmuring curses at the 'loud idiot ' before speaking. "Orin is right, no doubt they're currently trying to fill in for the fallen Sin, but now is the time to increase our efforts."
The emperor stared at his generals with a frightening gaze and the walls seemed to tremble. "The one responsible for ending the Sin of Envy, this child you speak of. Bring them to me. An achievement like that speaks of great potential. It will benefit the empire whether it wants to or not."
The generals nodded as one. "It will be done."
The emperor raised his hand, resting his chin. "What is this I hear about the demons?"
As the emperor's words lingered in the air, a heavy silence fell over the throne room, broken only by the soft rustle of robes as the generals shifted their attention to Seraphine. Her eyes, like molten gold, flickered with a spark of knowledge as she stepped forward to address the emperor's query.
"My liege," she began, her voice smooth and unwavering. "Reports indicate increased demon activity along our southern borders. The strange energy surge two months ago has stirred something within the infernal ranks. They are restless, probing our defenses with more audacity than ever before."
The emperor's gaze sharpened, and his fingers drummed thoughtfully against the armrest of his throne. "Restless demons could spell disaster or opportunity, depending on how we wield their chaos. Are they a threat to our expansion right now?"
Lady Calista, the Wraith, spoke next, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a chilling weight. "Their movements are unpredictable, like shadows cast by flickering flames. But they are disorganized, lacking the leadership needed to mount a serious offensive. Yet, caution is advised, as their erratic nature makes them difficult to anticipate."
Kael, the Pyromancer, grinned with a fiery enthusiasm that matched his fiery hair. "Perhaps we should give them a taste of their own chaos. Ignite their ambitions and watch them burn themselves out. If nothing else, it will provide entertainment."
Elys, the Storm, nodded in agreement. "A tempest of our making could turn their focus inward, giving us the opportunity to strike at more significant targets. But it requires precise execution."
The emperor considered their words, his gaze sweeping over each of his generals. "Very well. Proceed with caution. Use the demons' unrest to our advantage, but do not underestimate their potential to surprise us. Maintain our vigilance along the southern borders and prepare to unleash our own storm if necessary."
His attention returned to Draven, whose shadowy presence seemed to absorb the very light around him. "Once again, get me the child who defeated the Sin of Envy. What do we know of them?"
Draven's voice was a low murmur, as if drawn from the depths of an abyss. "They are a mystery, my liege. Whispers speak that they are capable of feats that defy logic. Their true identity remains shrouded, but I have dispatched my agents to uncover the truth."
Emperor Aresac'Al nodded slowly, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "Good. Ensure they are brought before me. Alive, if possible. Dead, if necessary. I want to know the source of their power and if it poses a threat or can be harnessed for our cause."
The generals exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and resolve. They understood the gravity of the emperor's command and the potential implications of this unknown adversary.
The emperor leaned back in his golden throne, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "As for the Sins, with one fallen, the balance shifts. Monitor their movements closely. As you pointed out yourself we must exploit any weakness that presents itself."
The generals bowed once more, their loyalty unwavering. "Yes, my emperor," they intoned in unison, their voices a chorus of determination.
As the meeting drew to a close, the emperor dismissed his generals with a wave of his hand. They filed out of the throne room, each carrying the weight of their assignments, ready to execute their emperor's will.
Emperor Aresac'Al remained seated, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and possibilities. The empire was on the cusp of great change, and he intended to shape its destiny with his own hands, no matter the cost.
As the golden doors of the throne room swung shut, the emperor's thoughts lingered on the mysterious child who had disrupted the delicate balance of power. Whoever they were, they would soon learn that the empire's reach was vast and its resolve unyielding.
The throne room was left in silence, the echoes of the emperor's ambitions reverberating through its gilded halls.