Chapter 413: The Question (1/2)
As Thuk was deep in thought, Aiden silently looked at the old lizard with a growing interest behind his eyes. Although the elderly figure didn't say much, his demeanor, mannerism, and way of speech gave away more than what he probably intended.
'He is clearly worried about his people. Although they attacked first, their intention was actually justified… A misunderstanding and the sour memories of the cruelty of this world were what pushed to this end.
Being treated as nothing more than monsters… This is the same as it was with Roas and his orcs…'
Aiden couldn't help but feel sad for the little guy and his hunted and shunned race. His cold outlook slowly melted, a warm smile slowly, gradually resurfaced.
Meanwhile, the heavy pressure that pushed the Skinks on the ground faded, Aiden pulled his aura back.
Sounds of clicking and hissing could be heard as the small creatures began to stand up from the ground.
The noises of his kin brought Thuk back from his reverie. Keeping his kneeling posture, he gazed around, looking around at his brethren. Seeing that they were mostly fine, a thankful smile curved the edges of his jawline.
Although he was already pretty much decided, this last gesture made his decision to solidify in his mind. His fate decided, he turned his attention back on the young figure in front of him. He dared not to gaze at his face but plastered on the ground.
Before speaking, he hollered a strange clicking sound.
Following his cry, the surrounding skins instantly fell on their knees and bowed and even kowtowed toward the black-haired youngster.
Taking a large gasp of air, their leader, Thuk spoke up.
”Oh honored andssh great Lord! Pleasshe, hear our plea!” He stopped only briefly, exhaling the air from his diaphragm and calming his senses. He wanted to be cool and collected for what he was about to state next as it would most certainly spell the future of his tribe and maybe even his entire race.
Taking one more sigh, he reaffirmed his decision in his mind, and with the firm resolution, he exclaimed.
”Oh, great Lord! Assh the prophecy foretold, let us join your causshe! Please, don't leave ussh to perissh so unjustly!”
The surrounding clinks whilst kneeling on the ground and kowtowing towards the stunned Aiden, clicked their tongues in unison, agreeing to their elder words. None showed any hesitation in their action, or in their looks. They were all in the same mind as their leader.
Looking at the baffling scene, Aiden wasn't sure how to proceed. There were still a lot of questions he wanted to ask, a lot of unknowns he wanted to shed some light on, but ultimately, he wasn't against the idea of inviting and hopefully saving this poorly fated race.
He also had a good impression of this elderly lizard. He wasn't evil, wasn't tainted with the worldly darkness. He was merely at his wit's end, they fought this strange guerilla warfare for survival.
Yes, killing the poor, innocent residents of the slums wasn't something that Aiden could stand behind.
However, the main problem was that he wasn't sure if revealing even more of his secrets to the royal siblings would be a wise decision.
A frown appeared on his face as he contemplated, causing the surrounding lizardmen to grow worried. What would happen to them, if the ancestor's prophecy would ultimately not come true? What if the promised return of their true master wouldn't accept them? What would be their future then?
Even Thuk wasn't certain what he should do. Did they made a mistake, and offended the Lord with their action? Has his agitated state made him do a mistake that spelled doom for them?