Maltel's Intuition, the Legendary Yapper

Meanwhile, as the Lord and his men were out for the conquest, the people back in the village were carrying out each of their respective tasks, slowly but surely bringing the Village of Peace to greater heights.

In the main hall, Ryly and Lez, along with other trusted men originating from the Hebel Village, were having a conference, trying to make the best policy and the best steps that the village would have to take.

"Men, the Lord, with his magnanimity, has entrusted us with the task of building this village into a magnificent place for our people. He wished that after his campaign has succeeded and the villages within the Western Forest have integrated with our village, we will be ready to step up our plan and create a prosperous town!"

Ryly said calmly. His voice wasn't flattering, but it wasn't flat either. Just the right tone to express his admiration for the Lord while conveying the message objectively.

"Indeed! The construction progress has been swift, filling the empty outskirts. By now, there are already over 58 houses made out of stones and wood!"

"This is because the Lord had always done his best for his people, providing them with such a privilege that I doubt a towner would have. As such, it wouldn't be a surprise if they give their all as soon as the Lord announced a new policy."

"Our Lord is also morally righteous! He warned the people several times that no men are allowed to coerce women and children, and vice versa! He implemented and constructed the laws so clearly and intricately that I almost thought that he was a Divine Scholar Incarnate!"

Although it seems like Fredrinn was only focused on other matters, in his free time, he always spared some time to consult Ryly and his other trusted men regarding the future development of his territory, even creating a new division that stood above all divisions, the Development Team, and law was certainly one of them!

A systematical, neat, and respected territory must have the one that stood above all, the Law, to control its inhabitants and everything that occurred within!

Ryly, despite his boyish figure, was respected because of his utter precision in suggesting the right steps. Lez was mostly quiet, listening to others, but his contribution was evident; the result of his influence on the crops was significant.

The discussion continued, with each suggestion filling the barrel of ideas Ryly and others could use as references. Their tone held their hope for the future as they excitedly offered their insights.

At Fredrinn's home, Maltel smiled lightly as she softly chatted with the pregnant Rea, whose belly was noticeably larger. After a hefty feast, accompanied by their mother-in-law, they parted to their respective room.

Now alone, her striking silver eyes glanced at the darkening sky through the window. Her eyebrows were creased, and her heart inexplicably felt an undeniable sense of longing.

"Something seems to be... Calling, for me."

Unbeknownst to everyone else, Maltel has always been accumulating pure energy in her free time since the day she moved to the Village of Peace. With Fredrinn's generosity with resources, as long as one showed enough resolve and potential, they could take what they needed.

And since they were still simple-minded, they simply took what they needed without the intention to benefit from this policy, gaining Fredrinn's trust and support. As long as no mistake arises, this policy would probably still be applied even when there are millions of people.

As his wife, Maltel undoubtedly received the same treatment, especially since he was aware of her unprecedented talents. As of now, she had actually reached the realm of a knight.

The further her realm progressed, the clearer this feeling became. Maltel has the urge to follow the calling, but she knows her husband would be disappointed if she didn't ask for permission.

Maltel is aware that her origin is definitely not ordinary; the intuition to know whether an event was a misfortune or a blessing has always been there, constantly guiding her to choose the right path.

There's a reason she could easily be moved by Fredrinn's vow back then. Because her intuition told her that her man truly understood the gravity of the situation. He knew the standing an Emperor represents, and he knew what it means to match against one in fifty years.

That's why she felt shy and even loved; this man was genuine.

And now, this intuition appeared again. It told her that at the end of the arduous path ahead, there would be an event that would be significant for her. Possibly something that had to do with her lineage!

The mysterious part is, when she resisted this urging, her intuition didn't resist; signifying that either path would be a blessing for her!

Maltel's silver eyes became soft and watery as she cuddled a piece of fabric Fredrinn left behind after their first night.

"Such a significant thing, yet you are still something that it prioritizes. Husband, you are very mysterious..."

And when she wanted to thread the path ahead with her husband...

The intuition surged like a raging tide, and her silver eyes glowed brightly. Even her dim room was lit up by the sheer opacity of her brightening eyes. The cold Maltel smiled giddily as she lay down on her bed.

"Including my husband is indeed the best choice!"

Over a hundred kilometers away, Fredrinn was dumbfounded as the mammoths were crying like pitiful, oversized babies. The Yrels were full of snot and tears as they kowtowed to him like he was their ancestor.

Kel shook his head in disappointment. What a bunch of mainstream people. He simply attended to the dumbfounded men and waved his hand.

"T-This is it! A revelation of a prophecy our ancestor left behind before his untimely demise!"

"I-Indeed! The Legendary Yapper that will take us to the peak!"

What? Yapper? He, the dignified Lord, was called a Legendary Yapper by some dead old men?

Fredrinn's face contorted in a mix of intrigue and disgust. Noticing this, one of them couldn't help but clarify.

"In the ancient times of our race, a Yapper was a legendary being who could defy the established fate that is lineage and foundation. Without any background, they rise to the top and become peerless!"

His classmen secretly looked at one who yapped with relief and admiration. Even then, Fredrinn still looked at them with disdain and even a hint of scorn could be seen.

"What sort of nonsense your ancestor told you? A Yapper was someone who could master the legendary language of Yappanese, where they could skillfully and sophisticatedly beautify their words and speech, drawing awe and amazement of others."

Hearing this, the Yrels became dumbfounded. There's actually an actual explanation regarding their nonsense? They looked at each other, trying to make anything out of this revelation.

"Uhh.. Y-Yes, that's right! That's exactly how the Legendary Yapper behaved according to our ancestors!"

"Indeed! He could shame the moon and the sun with his speech, gaining even heaven's approval, and ascending to transcendence!"

The more they talked, the more they were convinced of the existence of the legend they just made up. Staring at their conviction, Fredrinn tried to stay calm.

This is a bit too funny.

If he was somewhat scornful of what they said earlier, now exposed to their tendency to make up some nonsense on the spot, he no longer doubts them. The difference is that he believed that the Legendary Yapper would be born amongst them.

No, perhaps they were already born!

From afar, Kel and the men were on the verge of their laughter. Some had to kneel and hold their protruding mouths desperately in order not to show such disgraceful conduct in front of their Lord.

"It seems like we have discovered a new trait of these Yrels..."

Meanwhile, in a certain tribe in the Southern Forest...

"This black sh*t, with its charming, ferocious blackness, along with its hard, concreted, magnificence surface, could support the seeds within the soil, providing it with its nutritions, guiding them on their growth to reach an optimal state of maturity. What does this signify? Yes, that's right. That signified that cow sh*t could make your growth to be more optimized!"

"What a load of nonsense! Whose child is this? Bring him home and teach him how to f*cking use his brain."

"No, no, wait. If you think about it, it somewhat makes sense. If a seed's growth could be optimized by this, then why couldn't we? I've heard that farmers usually used these to support the growth of the crops, and in some cases, its taste became better!"

"You guys don't get the crucial point. Look here: if this could optimize growth, if I smear it on my reproduction rod, could it grow? And could the taste be optimized? Oh my god, the potential!"

"Stop talking already— wait..."

Within a tribe full of Yrels, a young, audacious brat grinned crookedly as he held up a pile of black, hard things with his hands, promoting it to the fullest. The men, angry and annoyed previously, began to use their brains to calculate the authenticity of the boy's words.

In the end, they looked at each other seriously, their eyes sharp and determined.

"We, men, are brave. We, men, do not fear new things!"

"Boy, tell me the price!"

"Just 4 coppers a handful!"

After the brave, unyielding, determined men left the scene, the boy smiled happily as he skipped through the road with the pile of sh*t.

His eyes are cunning yet innocent.

"With this, my mother could get her medicines!"