Chapter 745: Back to the Tribe, The Inevitable Future of the Tamawos (2/2)
Lastly, Sixteenth, which glowed with a bright light before vanishing.
In an instant, it was just Fourth and Nineteenth that was left.
As the Eyes were ready to go, Mark gently handed the sleeping Abbygale to Mei.
”Just stay here and set up camp,” Mark told Mei. ”Contact me through the ring if something happened.”
”Yes.”
Mei nodded as Mark patted her head.
Mark then turned to Pefile.
”Let's go.”
At this time, only Mark and Pefile would be going with the two Eyes. It was not surprising since not everyone could handle standing side by side between the two godly beings. Even Pefile did not want to. After all, he also wanted to take care of Celine.
However, only Pefile could serve as a guide, this time. Thus, Pefile had no choice but go.
”Don't worry, I'll guard mother.”
As Pefile looked at Celine, Edzel's voice sounded.
Edzel returned with Pearl after two hours of clearing his mind.
Pefile was about to speak, but Edzel raised his hand to stop the former.
”I'm not ready to hear your reasons yet. Leave it for later. Just go.”
Pefile could not help but feel downhearted. However, it was better than before. Edzel did not say that he would not listen.
”This kind of drama is pretty amusing itself.”
Fourth could not help but murmur.
”Close your mouth, Fourth.”
Only to get reprimanded by Nineteenth.
”Berrak.”
Mark turned to Berrak and the two soldiers.
”What is it?”
”The slaves of the Tamawos. Can you send them off?” Mark replied. ”I don't really plan on taking them with us but leaving them here would be bad. Send them to the survivors from the school that went up the mountain. Just don't startle them with your summons.”
”No problem, boss.” Berrak nodded. ”I will get it done before you return.”
And with that, four individuals left the group to follow the clues that Pefile had.
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Day 155 - 12:40 AM - King's Chambers, Tamawo Ancestral Tribe, Municipality of Badian, Province of Cebu
”Do not worry about emptying the storage! Use as many herbs as needed to treat the wounded!”
The voice of Elkile, the Shaman of the Tamawos, echoed within the almost ruined castle.
The tribe was in left chaos after the events that transpired a few hours ago. Many warriors died, and there were more who were wounded.
Much worse, their king, Artile, was unconscious.
Since their king had banished all the elders in the tribe, managing this chaos was left in the hands of Elkile. As the tribe's Shaman, he had authority just a step below an elder of the tribe. There were even circumstances where a Shaman's decision was prioritized over the elders.
As such, the Tamawos and other residents within the tribe obeyed Elkile's words without question during the absence of their king.
However, Elkile was at a loss.
After giving out his orders to treat the wounded, Elkile entered their king's chambers. The chamber was a mess, with its walls tilted and the floor uneven. The whole place was built using the Sacred Tree's trunk. As such, no one expected that their castle would turn out like this.
Inside the chamber, Artile laid on his bed, unconscious.
No one was allowed in this chamber aside from the king and the shaman. Especially in this situation where the consequences of Artile's defeat began to show.
Being a direct descendant of the tribe's royal family, Artile inherited a more handsome face than most people of their tribe. His silver hair had and pale-colored eyes had an unusual luster. Every Tamawo with royal blood had these features, including the first prince, Pefile.
But now, Artile began to lose his shine.
Artile was defeated in a fight and lost the right to claim the woman he fell in love with. As such, the curse began to kick in.
The luster of Artile's hair began to fade. Some of his hair even began to fall off. His smooth skin started to wrinkle, and his lips began to crack. After some time passed, it was expected that Artile would become weakened, further and further.
It was until he breathed his last.
Sometimes, Tamawos thought that it was better not to fall in love at all. There was even a rule that one should not show their woman to those who had no partners to prevent this kind of thing from happening.
But no one would be able to stop fate.
Artile fell in love with his brother's woman and lost.
That was just how it was to be.
With a sigh, Elkile walked out of the king's chamber. Outside, a messenger was waiting to give a report.
”What is it now?”
Elkile asked.
”Another child was killed.”
The messenger reported.
Elkile could only shake his head. Some of the women, the wives of the warriors that died, began killing their children after the [Charm Magic] was dispelled. It was an inevitable event, especially for women who were kidnapped from their human families to become the wife of a Tamawo.
”What a mess.”
Elkile dragged his staff murmuring about the problems.
Sooner or later, their tribe would face their inevitable demise.
But then, as if another bucket of water was poured unto him, another messenger burst into the castle in panic.
”SHAMAN! SHAMAN!”
The messenger called loudly.
”Don't shout within the halls of the castle!”
Elkile could not help but reprimand the messenger.
”I-I know, Shaman! But this is urgent!” The messenger did not wait for permission and spoke. ”The first prince returned! And he- he brought the Eyes with him!”
Elkile was frozen in both anger and fear.
”Damn that Pefile! Is defeating the king and getting his woman back not enough?! Is he this keen on destroying the tribe!”
Elkile then stormed out of the castle to meet Pefile. The Eyes might be fearful existences.
However, there was no way he would just stand and watch while their tribe faced destruction.