Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 462: Not A Ceasefire

Bad weather alone wasn’t enough to so much as make the barbarians consider giving up on their campaign. But it wasn’t just bad weather. A large portion of the warriors, the ones in charge of realizing the campaign, were afflicted with residual ice magic. The bad weather worsened their condition. Experience exclusive tales on novelbuddy

They were in no state to fight. They would be lucky if they didn’t get worse or started getting sick.

Fighting like this would be impossible. After all, unlike them, Soku could handle the rain. They had roofs over their heads, dry firewood, and shelters for their soldiers, most of whom were uninjured. They also had paved or cobbled streets and gutters and drainage systems to handle the overflowing water the rain poured down.

For the city, the weather was just an ’Oh no, we have a reason to stay inside and play board games or cards!’ But for the barbarians, it was a struggle to stay warm enough to digest the food they still had.

Hunting or foraging for more food in this weather was also difficult, especially enough for such a large encampment. They weren’t in as dire a situation as the Giri, Burian, and Kanh tribes, but sooner or later, they would run out.

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The rain was weakening them.

Soku’s troops had two options. They could either launch an attack through the rain, making use of the limited visibility to catch the camp off guard or they could wait until the rain ended. They would have spent the time training, resting, and maintaining their equipment.

The barbarians, on the other hand, would have lost strength and energy, and their equipment would have suffered from the dampness and water.

The troops, who had relied on the city’s fortifications and Oria to fend off the barbarians’ attacks could flip the tables on them by making use of the difference in condition and morale of the fighters.

But the prideful barbarian warriors who didn’t want to surrender or even think about putting a pause on the fighting since it hurt their pride to consider the possibility of Oria going easy on them would never ask for a ceasefire just because of weather. They wouldn’t accept it if Visla brought it up again. It would only further solidify their stubbornness.

With time, they might agree to withdraw or retreat since they would have to face reality sooner or later.

But as always in dire situations, there was no time to waste. That was why Oria didn’t waste any time. She personally visited the barbarian camp under a white flag.

She didn’t ask the barbarians to quit thinking about raiding her city. She didn’t ask for a ceasefire, at least not outright.

She talked about the sudden downpour and how it had affected the city. The grass was greener on the other side but not much. A few buildings and ceilings had been unable to handle the rain and collapsed.

Oria made it sound like she didn’t want to give up any military secrets to the enemy chiefs, but she hinted that their army wasn’t in the best state. And she could guess that the barbarians were in a similar predicament due to her ice magic.

All she asked for was to put a pin in the hostilities. Let both sides focus on weathering the bad weather, and when the rain stops, they can focus on restoring their strength, rebuilding, or fixing their equipment.

In the face of nature, they are all human, after all. Sesha or imperial citizen doesn’t matter when you’re soaked to the bone.

The Woet and Yota tribe chiefs saw through it pretty quickly. Oria didn’t make much of an effort to deceive them, after all. But they didn’t mind. This was the kind of consideration that was necessary to get through stubborn bulls like the Toma and Rib tribe chiefs and their stupid pride.

The barbarians didn’t accept the suggestion at once, but after some cajoling from the Woet chief and Oria, they reluctantly agreed to halt any offensive maneuvers and focus on themselves for a few weeks.

A few weeks seemed a little much since the rain could stop at any moment and they would be fine after a single week, but there was nothing to lose with a little extra rest.

And as if to celebrate the successful agreement of a temporary ceasefire, the skies cleared.

Some took it as a sign to renege on the agreement. Others took it as a sign that peace was the way to clear skies and bright stars. The shamans were divided since they hadn’t seen the dark clouds on the horizon before they were over them.

But they confidently made claims about the clouds’ dispersal to protect their authority and reputation.

With that done, Zach and Visla bid Oria farewell before leaving toward the next city. They were happy that it had worked, and Visla was amazed at Zach’s capabilities. She could only assume it had something to do with Mandra leaving their side to join Oria, but she could not understand how one being could summon an entire rainstorm.

It was a neat trick against the barbarians who relied on the stars and put most of their belief in the skies. With the ability to summon rain, they could convince the other camps as well to lay down their arms a little.

Zach was also a little happy. He had dreamed about knowing a mage who could summon a rain ever since they first discovered the Underworld’s activities in the sewers beneath Basilia. It had taken a couple of years, many adventures, and several close shaves with death, but it had finally happened.

Of course, the circumstances needed to be perfect for it to work as well as it had.

Soku was close to the south, which meant it was close to the sea. It was also close to a river snaking through the terrain. It also hadn’t rained at all for several days.

Mandra and Oria hadn’t conjured all the water that poured down. They had guided it from the air in the surrounding area and concentrated it into clouds above them.

It was only possible because of Mandra and her eyes that saw the flow of nature. Rain was imminent anyway. She took advantage of that and just guided it and strengthened it.