Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

A few days passed as Rion went around the capital to understand the situation better and found that Sir Delphine’s injury was the last straw that the duke needed.

Two days after Rion reached the capital, the duke announced a war to decide everything.

The announcement shook the civilians, but there was nothing they could do.

However, it didn’t make sense for the duke to do this because the king still had an army as strong as his, meaning he had something that could shift the war in his favor.

Rion couldn’t check what it was because the duke’s forces were in the Kingdom’s north, where the duke was already treated like a king.

"You sure that’s the right way to do this?" Zaelyane asked with a troubled expression that didn’t quite suit her.

Rion smiled and said, "Heh. Worrying doesn’t suit you, so don’t do it. As for whether it’s the right way? I wouldn’t know unless I try."

"Then why aren’t you taking me with you?!" Yuura asked desperately.

Rion stepped back and answered with his arms raised in defeat, "I am not stopping you because I want to. Someone has to guard Zaelyane, and you are the only one we have."

Hearing the praise, Yuura puffed his chest in pride and said, "Well. If that’s what my liege wants from me, then I’ll do my best as guarding her!"

Rion patted his shoulder and looked at Zaelyane as he spoke, "There’s no point worrying. They cannot do anything to me."

Zaelyane met his gaze and said, "You never know."

"I’ll make sure to keep my guard up," he said, and his expression turned calm as he added, "Don’t do anything stupid. That’s an order."

Yuura placed a hand on his heart and said, "As you command, high commander."

Rion smiled.

"Be safe." His words drifted into the room as he disappeared.

Zaelyane stared at where he was and, after standing up from her chair, said, "Let’s go."

Yuura frowned. "Where?"

A smile appeared on Zaelyane’s face, and she mumbled, "We also need to help in some way, no?"

Yuura narrowed his eyes and asked in a sharp tone, "What are you thinking of doing, Zaelyane?"

She donned her hood and stated as she took out her smoke pipe, "It’s time to tame the shadows."

Confused by her words, Yuura tilted his head and mumbled, "What do you mean...?"

She filled her pipe, burnt the end with her ether flame, and took a puff.

The smoke drifted through the wooden walls as she spoke, her eyes gleaming. "At some point, he would have to rule this kingdom, so I am just going to make preparations for that."

Yuura felt a strange feeling; his heart was beating louder, and his lips had curled upwards.

He couldn’t understand what was happening until he finally put it together.

Yuura wasn’t just a warrior; he was a Dhaevrak and the descendant of the god of speed, and he was excited about finally having a chance to free himself from the restraints he had forced upon himself.

"Let’s dash," he muttered, and white lightning crackled around him.

Meanwhile, some distance away, in a dark alley, Rion shook his head and mumbled under his breath, "I told you not to do anything stupid..."

He heaved a sigh. "That’s what happens when stupidity is subjective."

He shook his head, and as he stepped out of the dark alley, he mumbled, "Illusion Zone."

Golden mist escaped his body and covered him.

A moment later, it vanished, and Rion was gone, and in his place stood a white-haired man with sharp red eyes and a beautiful face.

As Bael walked forward, his attire also changed: his black vest and pants turned navy blue, his shirt turned white, and his boots remained the same.

Bael brushed his hair to the back and muttered with a charming smile, "I wonder if anyone would catch me."

His voice sounded like a sonorous chime.

Bael expanded his Zone and used Zone Relocation to appear in a secluded spot near the recruitment center.

Surrounding the place were many adventurers and warriors who wanted to prove themselves in the upcoming war, and at the center were sparring grounds where the knight trainees tested themselves.

’Hmm... I don’t want to use a spear while acting,’ Bael thought and took out six mythiron daggers from his inventory.

He placed two in the hooks at his waist and hid the others throughout his vest.

He dusted off his hands and walked towards the line before him.

"Get in the lines!" The knight overlooking the line shouted, and the adventurers scoffed and sneered at him.

"Why is he acting like they don’t need us?"

"Bro, I think they still believe that they are the strongest!"

"Haha! They are the most deluded."

"True! Kha-kha-kha!"

Bael furrowed his brows and ignored them.

As he neared the lines, everyone turned towards him.

Some looked at him with an impressed expression, and others in scorn at someone so unmanly trying to join a man’s journey.

"Who is this pretty girl?!"

"*whistle* I bet he has some secret ways to tire the duke’s army."

The crowd burst into laughter. "Indeed! Haha!"

Bael turned his head towards the guy who had said that and said, "I’d still do more than what that torn hat is doing at hiding your bald head."

That person’s face turned red, veins bulged across his smooth, bald head, and the crowd burst into laughter.

"Silence!" A sharp voice cut through the chatter and laughter, and a few mumbled under their breath, "Sir Hector..."

A lean knight with fiery red hair and eyes walked towards Bael and said, "Are you here to get recruited or to cause trouble?"

Bael looked around himself, his lips curled upwards, and he asked, "Are you an adventurer?"

The place fell silent, and Hector muttered while frowning, "Can’t you see I am wearing a knight’s armor?"

Bael chuckled.

"Ah! I thought you were playing, like how children do with clothes that reflect what they wish to be. Otherwise, why would a knight knowingly take the side of the attacker instead of the victim?"

He shook his head and added while looking straight into his eyes, "That’s probably something a corrupt person would do, though."