Multiverse Conquest: Rise of the Saiyan Empire

Chapter 164: Tribes

Lelouch smiled:

"But that doesn't mean, that our conquest stops here."

He laughed lightly:

"Sooner or laterEven without war. All the continents will be under our control."

Kassandra narrowed her eyes:

"It seems there is history between his Majesty, Fiore and the Guild known as Fairy Tail."

Lelouch nodded:

"I can't speak much. But I can only say that."

His eyes had a sharp glint in them:

"If in his Majesty's heart the Atleasian Empire is first."

"The country known as Fiore is second."

Kassandra and Kallen even stopped in their tracks.

The Hooded woman eyes became filled with determination:

"FioreI see. Thank you. Your Highness."

"I shall remember those words."

Lelouch smiled kindly:

"This was my purpose. After all. You will be responsible for the operations in this world too."

Kassandra nodded, a tad distant, but the gratitude was apparent:

"I will. Your Highness. It's time for me to 'start' anyway."

She disappeared, at the same time.

Lelouch sighed, as a portal opened up:

"Our work is done here for now."

Kallen asked:

"OhSo we will be back to the Imperial Palace?"

Lelouch sighed to the sky:

"NowThere is still, a continent we need to visit."

Kallen responded:

"Will we do the same thing there?"

Lelouch laughed lightly:

"NoThe People there already have the wisdom to not cross us."

"I will be there for a mission. Our Magic Council would want someone like her at the head."

'I did the max, I can. Your majesty.'

'NowIt's your turn to make a decision.'

Kallen followed after him, sweetly.

At the top of a building in Eru.

A gracious, beautiful woman, was standing her eyes brimming with determination. She had an elegant aura around her as if she was nobility overlooking the world. Kassandra had a powerful gaze.

She sighed. A communication device was on her ear.

"Kassandra. Are you sure about that?"

Kassandra nodded:

"EzioYou already had her in your radar for some time, now."

"We lack Mages in the Empire and our organization."

Her eyes were on a certain member of the council. A Powerful and Beautiful Mage.

"We need to lay the foundations for the Mage city."

"Someone like her could really be useful."

Ezio on the other line, smiled kindly:

"You talk like you are doing this purely for the Empire's interest."

Kassandra only smiled on the other line, and never responded, her eyes still firmly on the beautiful mage.

Yet, Ezio continued:

"Ultear Milkovic. A lost soul. A woman who lacked the warmth of a family growing up."

"Thinking that she was abandoned and replaced by her own parent."

"She is holding a grudge against the world. Against her life, against her destiny."

"She tries to show strength by using cruelty to hide how weak and fragile she really is inside."

"Because this is the only way, she knew how to prove herself where she grew up."

"She doesn't realize it, but she is already riddled with guilt and on the brink of mental breakdown."

Kassandra had a trace of nostalgia in her eyes as she looked at the red eyed woman.

"That doesn't remind you of anyoneReally?"

Ezio who was practically seeing the woman's tender gaze, from the other side, sighed, lamenting Kassandra's attitude:

"Fine"

"Do whatever you want."

"We will notice his Majesty. When he wakes up."

Before hanging up, Kassandra only left:

"Thanks, Ezio."

Ezio on the other side, smiled wrylyHow could he not understand this woman thoughts?

After all they grew up together :

'So she is also capable of saying things like that, huh'

He tilted his head:

'That foolish sister of mine'

The Fourth day.

Ousen and Riboku coldly witnessed the crumbling of the Magic Council.

"It was easy."

Ousen spoke some rare words.

Riboku narrowed his eyes:

"It seemsIt's time for the rest to follow."

He narrowed his eyes.

"The Dragons are also all captured."

"They chose submission after all."

"I guess when one lives this long. He treasures life more and more."

Rebellious States.

The Rebellious states or as they call themselves the Land of Resistance, was built in a torny land.

Monsters strived here, and forest grew no matter how much one would try to cut them. Mountains contained coldness that would freeze the sun itself.

The Land would be normally qualified as unlivable.

Yet here protected by the might of the barrier erected hundred thousand of years ago.

Species that have been chased out by human civilization flocked here, plants pushed by the weird weather alos strived here.

The Land was bigBut the place where actual life was possible is scarce.

The People living here lived in nomad tribes, with a weak sense civilization.

The Saharos Empire couldn't access here, but could still make things difficult for this place.

Early on, they did all they could.

Influence the weather, cut the state from the rest of the world, shut down any sign of human advancement.

Even the advancement of the tiny bit of technological and magical awareness was forcefully halted.

The Population here was now reduced to a band of simple unnamed and ignorant nomads.

That roamed the forests, hunting and eating.

The different tribes eventually grew big enough to reach the billion population.

But soon

Food shortage, started to appear.

A Great period of starvation began.

The Population was miserable, and eventually those protective walls became a prison. Locking them in there.

These periods were marked as the darkest of the history of the tribes.

A Period where the living devoured the dead. Where father crippled themselves to feed their families.

Such times appeared periodically inside the walls

YetWeirdly no war ever happened between the different tribes.

It was like the leaders were patiently waiting.

Actually all the population was waiting.

In the exact center of the whole barrier's territory stood an extremely tall tree.

The Tree was towering in the Heavens.

It's size, it's green leaves, it's powerful trunk.

Everything about it gave a sense of security to the Tribes.

On the darkest times, the tree always gave it's blessing to the land.

And allowed the whole land to have flow of bountiful harvest, that would last ten thousand of years.

All the leader of the tribes, would then make a visit, and crawl to it's trunk:

"We are grateful for our ancestor's grace!!"

Indeed. The tree was revered as the ancestor of all the tribes living here.

Yet every time, unbeknownst to everyone. Every time, 'the harvest' would arrive.

The Power of the Barrier would dim out, a little.

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