War Prep

"Snow"

With indifference, I quickly took my seat, not saying a word merely gesturing for Clive to be seated. A light sneer could be seen as he stared, neither moving nor speaking.

A full five minutes passed before Clive broke down, "I am not relinquishing command to you," He coldly spat.

"And I'm not asking you to, but we need to make a decision. We are merely allies with Romga; the more soldiers they lose, the better correct?' I asked, eying the man that didn't seem to be well versed in politics but rather in the arts of killing.

"Horse Shit, Selma has already warned me about you, Arsene." He mentioned bringing a sneer to my face, "The first move is getting me to follow you, while the second is having Romga and Godwin kill each other. "

Pondering for a moment, I nodded, "And what would you have done. Do you believe Romga sent their strongest general for nothing? Tell me, Clive, did the grandmaster account for what you will do, or was his plan focused merely around me?"

"Both," he said

What a fool! Shaking my head, I laughed, "Clive, I don't really need your permission; I am an inquisitor of Asterion. You can either help me and gain fame, or I just take soldiers and go about my own business?"

"Arse..."

"While you might hold priority on the battlefield, who do you think the King will side with. I hold information regarding the safety of this nation? Did your Grandmaster account for all of that? Did he tell you that Pendragons is in a state of chaos at the loss of their queen?" I yelled, slamming my fist down, " Did he tell you the Phoenix Sect along with Riverdale is joining this battle?"

Quivering, Clive rose in shock, "What, she is dead? How is that possible?"

"Who has the resources to kill a Heavenly Transformation. Think Clive Think! Selma is not here, nor will he be on this battlefield. Why would he risk his life coming to this battleground? " I coldly informed telling lies here and there.

I really had no idea who killed Isaella. In fact, I believe it was done by someone that had no relationship with any of these superpowers. They had to be some wondering cultivator that killed her without making even a wave of sound or destruction. Not to mention their cultivation must be far higher to do something like that.

With a horrid look, Clive lowered his head. Masking my smile, I arose, "I am not here to control you, Clive, but I am the best you can get. I will plan tactics, along with other strategies like Selma would. That man has no time for us, at least not for now."

Clenching his fist, Clive glared at me, "Fine," He said, flickering away.

And that's how it's done. I don't know why people say fear is not a true way of ruling. Fear brings so many benefits. Merely mentioning the Phenix sect along with Isaella death, and that fool jumped to the conclusion that the Phenix Sect Killed her.

It will not be long before he contacts Selma and the King to confirm what I said. I'm sure Selma will be against it, but Oswin, that fool would Never allow another power to grow within his kingdom. He will overturn Selma's decision. But that's the most I can do regarding Selma.

He will be going in for the kill soon. I really need to be careful. "Shadow hide the ship within the clouds after we depart. And does Jane know her role?"

"Yes, my lord," He whispered from a shadow.

Leaving the conference room, I departed the ship staring at the pale Nora in the distance, standing on a tree. Similar to Yura, Nora had a rather sickly grimace as she sent a chilling glance towards me.

Hiding my killing intent, I smiled, "Is something wrong, Nora?" I asked, thinking about Edain in the back of my head.

"Nothing," came her icy reply as a hint of killing intent spiked.

Nodding, I watched as she shot away. "I wondered what happened? Either way, by the way, things are going. I may end up having to kill both Edain and Nora. It seems like I will have to break my promise with Grimlor, oh well. Then again, I had planned to kill Nora anyway."

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Yura?" I asked, looking behind me at the pale girl. "and should you not be in bed?"

Cycling qi around her, Yura shook her head, "I'm fine, but do you truly want them dead?" She bitterly asked.

"Nora is holding killing intent towards me, yet again while Edain...Well, I'm sure you heard what happened." I commented, drawing closer. " So can I kill them? You invited them to my home, against my will; although it was a prank, we both knew it was only a matter of time before I killed one of them. Nora had already tried to kill me once. So tell me, what do you make of this situation?"

"I-"

"It was a funny prank, and I went along with it for the time being because I valued your knowledge and power, but don't you think things are going too far. I will kill them, Yura. And I will do it in the most inhuman manner. It's either you get rid of them, or I kill them. Even you must understand there is a limit. I will drench their bodies around this entire kingdom along with their families. It doesn't matter if it's an infant or not; I will personally hang their guts from various spikes and force Nora and Edain to watched as I laugh. This is not a warning Yura, but a guarantee they will die by week's end."

Staring at me, Yura opened her mouth for a second before closing it. A profound look flashed as she took a deep breath, "Let me handle it." she coldly said with indifferent eyes.

"Yura?"

"They are mortals, Arsene. There comes a time in every cultivator's life when they must sever such ties. They are simply my mortal family, nothing more. I will handle it," Yura replied, fading from my vision like a phantom.

I could hear it, the soothing voice of death, emanating from her tone. It was like she was a completely different person when she spoke. Yura had quite a deep relationship with them, yet will she really be able to sever that relationship? Are they that meaningless to her?

With a cold flash of my eyes, I arrived before a large encampment guarded by ninth stage Spirit Realm soldiers. A hint of bloodlust radiated from their stance as they eyed me up and down, allowing me to enter without any paperwork.

Smelling the scent of ash and steel in the air, I quickly studied thousands of the soldiers, bitterly training as they awaited the beginning. Apprehension filled the air like smoke as the thousands of soldiers ran through their everyday lives, awaiting what we all knew would happen...Death.

Stepping into the commander's tent, I saw Clive steaming with anger as he glared daggers into my skull. A wave of killing intent filled the air as he slammed his fist down, "What do you know of the Light of Ashna?!"

With a meticulous grin, I stared at the other man besides Clive. He stood over seven feet tall with a long spear strapped around his back. A hint of awareness could be seen as he merely looked, never speaking his mind.

"I assume this is General Zula, from Romga. It's quite the honor, "I exclaimed as he smiled, carefully observing Zula trying to hide the raging intent behind a mask of indifference.