432 Gravely Mistaken, The Result of Overthinking Things Because of Culture (2/2)

As the current matter was not something he should mess up, Teremillio decided to deal with it properly. He even looked at Mark straight. Right now, Teremillio was not below Mark as he had to be to protect his people.

Seeing this, Mark nodded. This Duende surely knew how to behave when needed.

Then, Teremillio proceeded to introduce his wives from the first to last.

Felenia, the first wife. A Duende who was surely at the same level as Teremillio in terms of appearance. Furthermore, she also had that same subtle aura Teremillio had.

The second wife was Dathlia. Another Duende. Compared to Felenia, she looked a bit lacking. However, compared to Teremillio and Felenia, it seemed that she had a higher level of magical power.

Malaya was the third wife. A Sylph with yellowish-green hair. Compared to the whole group, she had the strongest magical energy. However, it seemed that she lacked proper control of it. It was leaking even right now.

The fourth wife was Angis who Mark asked for her name just now.

As for the fifth, it was the unconcious Pixie. Her name was Reilynne.

The sixth was the Bukaw called Daniya. A doll-like creature with golden hair that usually rode on Coconut Shells according to folklore.

Lastly, the creature that Mark was the most interested in their group. She was a shy Koropokkuru. She had the name Kokoro which obviously stated her Japanese descent. She had the appearance of a very beautifully cute young woman.

Seeing the contrast between the appearance of Teremillio and Kokoro, Mark wanted to ask how she became his husband. However, that question would surely go back to him. Thus, he decided to keep silent despite the curious eyes he had.

After the introduction, Teremillio finally asked the reason why they came here to meet Mark.

”As the leader of our tribe, I wanted to ask about your plans in this place.”

To that question, Mark tilted his head in confusion. He turned to Mei and Amihan if they understood what the Duende was talking about. However, Mei was also confused. Amihan also did not understand it.

Seeing the visible confusion of the three, the Duende and his entourage were flabbergasted.

Thus, Teremillio decided to rephrase his question.

”What I mean is to ask about your plans. To appear in this place and plant a Spirit Tree. Are you going to claim the mountains in the area as your territory? Will you go and make others like us that lived nearby to submit and serve you? Will you purge those that resist out of your territory?”

Hearing that, Mark, Mei, and Amihan finally understood. No wonder the question confused them. It was because...

Mark never had those plans at all!

This base existed because he wanted to build a place he could call home.

The people that were here came either by coincidence or were handpicked by him.

He planted the Spirit Tree mostly because of Amihan's request.

During the time the Spirit Tree was planted, he partially awakened his dormant demon blood. This also caused the blood-colored sky as the Spirit Tree grew following the characteristics of a Spirit Tree of the Blood Demons.

And thus, Mark replied.

”What are you talking about? Everything you said is just a pain and troublesome to do. I don't have such plans. I'd rather play video games than do that.”

That reply left the group of unusual creatures slack-jawed.

This meant that all their worries and efforts were for naught. Rather, their actions had no meaning at all.

They all felt helpless as they slumped down on the table. Somehow, they felt relieved, at the same time, sad. Some of them died on the way here thinking about the fate of their tribe. To think that their sacrifice was worthless.

Teremillio felt angry and looked at Mark.

To that look, Mark just shrugged his shoulders.

”Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault. You all are being too paranoid. That is the cause of your troubles. Besides, if I really had those plans, why would I wait for days? After the tree grew, I could start immediately.”

Then, Mark's eyes turned into a sinister hue. He also smirked.

”After all, killing you all is just as easy as this.”

As those words came from Mark's mouth, his eyes glowed red. Every single one of Teremillio's group fell on fours having a hard time to breath. They felt heavy and their throats were choked. Teremillio immediately forgot the anger he had and his mind was occupied with fear instead.

This was not a joke at all. He could see his wives and guards struggling to keep up.

Then, as instantly it happened, the pressure vanished.

They all coughed heavily as their throats were cleared. They panted hard and were surely weakened.

”Everyone! Is everyone okay?!”

Then, the panicked voice of Angis entered their ears as she ran towards their side of the table. They then noticed that Angis was all fine. It was the same for Reilynne, she was still in the same state. They could not help but look at Mark.

At those stares, Mark made another shrug.

”What? I'm not much of a bully to pick on the injured.”

That confirmed everything. Not only Teremillio and his tribe but all the races living in this area were gravely mistaken.

The master of the Spirit Tree had no intention to do anything about his neighbors. It was not because he could not do it or did not have the ability to. He just found it troublesome. However, if he was pestered or angered, he would not hesitate to kill. Just like how he demonstrated everything here.

They thought that this person would be like the other powerful owners of Spirit Trees. They forgot that he was human which the same culture might not apply.

Then, another set of words was heard that made them surprised.

”Say, you guys. Want to work for me?”

Mark said with his elbows on the table and fingers in between each other. He was speaking like a merchant.