Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

At the Hilmor marquessate, Lord Luther – a lean man with deep black hair resembling coal – sat in his grand office as he tended to the reports related to the land.

As the head of the Hilmor family, Luther Hilmor was the highest authority responsible for all matters concerning the people and the land.

However, for the past few weeks, Luther’s mood had been quite down because, as the loyal retainer of the kingdom, he had to send his son and the sole heir to his title to the battlefield. Even though such an act was worthy of pride, a father’s heart could never rest without knowing the good of his son.

Suppressing his own emotions, Luther tended to everything, and then someone knocked at his office door.

"My lord, young master Jareb has sent his words," came a rugged voice.

Luther put down the report and gracefully took off the black frame reading glasses as he looked at the door with his amber eyes and spoke in a regal yet soft tone, "Come in. Sir Winfred."

With a soft metallic click, the door creaked open, and a knight wearing the colors of House Hilmor stepped inside.

Winfred was a broad man with scars all over his face, his pastel blue hair pulled to the back, and his soft black eyes shone with the grace of a veteran knight.

Winfred walked over to the table full of parchments, books, and empty inkwells, and placed the leather pouch he was holding in his left hand on the table.

Luther raised an eyebrow as he picked up the pouch and asked, "Jareb sent this?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Winfred nodded. "Yes, my lord."

Luther nodded with a surprised expression and said, "Heh. It seems he can’t stay without talking to his father."

"It does appear so," Winfred commented with a smile.

Luther smiled and checked what was within the pouch.

Seeing the dark dagger, Luther’s expression turned confused, and he pulled it out. "A dagger?"

He handed the dagger to Winfred and said, "Check this."

Winfred took the dagger from him and examined it.

Meanwhile, Luther opened the letter and began to read it.

"Want to leave the camp for something important that he can’t speak of yet? What is he talking about?"

As he finished reading, a convoluted look appeared on Luther’s face, and he mumbled, "What is it that you cannot tell me, Jareb?"

Right then, as if planned, Winfred looked at Luther with an utterly baffled expression.

Luther’s face darkened even further. "Is something wrong with it?"

Winfred frantically shook his head and stuttered, "I-It’s pure mythiron..."

"What...?"

The same was happening at the Solias marquessate.

Two days later, a knight from the command tents notified Jareb and Henry that their family heads had agreed to both of their requests.

"What were those daggers?" Jareb and Henry, who now wore attire that matched their status, asked their guard as he walked behind them.

Bael smiled and said, "It was nothing special."

In a way, it was true: for Dhaevrak, mythiron wasn’t that rare, but for everyone else, it was the strongest metal there was, and Azrath was simply something of legend.

"Stop lying!" both of them shouted at the same time.

Bael chuckled and said, "Alright, that’s enough. Don’t forget why we are out here."

Jareb and Henry’s expressions turned serious, and Henry mumbled, "How would we get to the merchants?"

"Hmm..." Bael rubbed his chin and thought, ’I can’t use zone relocation to do it... How else can we move to far distances within such a short time?’

As he continued to think of an answer, Henry and Jareb stopped in their tracks and asked, "Do you not have a plan?"

Bael gave them a wry smile as he spoke, "I do have a plan, but I don’t know if it would work or not."

Henry and Jareb stared at him with a deadpan look, and Jareb mumbled, "Better than nothing, I believe."

’Maybe I can replicate the way Malikeya teleported us to the Leonara kingdom, but I do not know how she did it, and I do not have the fruits of the heavenly tree... Can I really do it?’

After brooding over it for a few minutes, Bael shook his head and said, "I need some time alone."

Jareb and Henry blinked a few times and muttered, "Some time alone?"

Bael nodded. "I am going to create a rune circle that would allow us to move from one place to another instantly."

’He is going to do what?’ They thought, dumbfounded, and asked, "You know rune smithing?"

"Yes, I do," he stated, and the two of them just stared at him with dumbstruck faces.

"We should get a carriage to the capital," Bael muttered as he finally unfurled his Zone and searched for the carriages that delivered recruits to the camp.

"Why the capital?" Henry asked.

Bael turned his head to him and answered, "I have a friend who can help me with this."

"Is that so...?" the two noble heirs mumbled, not knowing what to say at all; everything Bael said was just that bizarre for them.

After about five minutes, they reached the carriage, and with the leave permit that the command tents had given to the two of them, they easily climbed into it and made their way towards the capital.

As they sat in the carriage, Jareb asked, "Why did you join the camp?"

Hearing his question, both Henry and Bael frowned, and Jareb continued, "For us, we belong to the kingdom, so it makes sense, but you aren’t from Leonara, are you?"

Henry glanced at Bael as he, too, had the same question in his mind.

Bael leaned back in his seat and whispered with a smile, "You’ll know when the time is right."

"And you can’t tell us now?" Jareb pressed.

Bael shook his head and said, "I can’t. Not yet."

Jareb and Henry stared at his face, various emotions passing through their eyes, before they let out a sigh and peeked out of the carriage.