There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!
Chapter 103: The Lord’s Fake Choices (7)

Chapter 103: The Lord’s Fake Choices (7)

What follows after the Moon Elf Lord’s declaration that he wants to unify the 13 clans in the Amber Forest is a heated discussion among the moon elves.

They can understand the reasoning behind this decision but they can’t simply agree to it automatically. Back in their territory are lands that they can call theirs. The rich history that their land holds is not something that they can leave behind at the drop of a hat.

That is why Nicol, who presided over the conference after Luis left, gave them the entire day to decide which path they should take from now on.

However, he and the others are confident that they will come around. It is inevitable for them to resist the Moon Elf Lord.

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The Ris Clan is one of the most powerful and one of the largest clans in the Amber Forest. They boasted a huge number of clansmen who became sentinels and they had taken pride in the quality of warriors that they nurtured for centuries.

However, aside from these extraordinary feats, the root of their pride and arrogance is the fact they are one of the direct bloodlines of the 42nd Moon Elf Lord, Lord Flamion.

"What should we do about this, Patriarch?" Fireal asked his father with undisguised worries in his eyes. He is one of the outstanding warriors who fought during the raid on the root crawlers’ tunnel. Fireal even received an invitation to the present head sentinel, Legland.

"Should we go with the Moon Elf Lord?" He fumbled on his fingers as he asked this. Strength and battle knowledge, both of these aspects are top-notch for this 35-year-old moon elf. However, Fireal has one great weakness. He is as soft as a flower.

The moment this question was asked, Patriarch Nihil flung his arm and hit the young moon elf’s face.

Pak! The crisp sound of palm hitting the flesh reverberated in the silent huge tent.

"Do you even think about the legacy of our clan? Leaving the Crimson Wood is the same as betraying the memories of the former Lord Flamion. Your forefather!" Nihil pointed his index finger at his son’s face, enraged.

The Crimson Wood is located on the northern edge of the Amber Forest. This is the place where Lord Flamion breathed his last breath. The place where he loved most. The former execution ground of the victims of his power tripping.

Seeing the heated discussion, Karthena, Nihil’s deputy, immediately took action to calm down the tension.

"Patriarch. Please maintain your composure. This matter is not as simple as it looks. You need to keep your opinion hidden for now." He warned.

The ash-haired patriarch, who was about to ruthlessly hit his son, stopped his fist midway. "What do you mean by that, Karthena?"

"Despite the concern about moving places, the moon elves’ appreciation for the moon elf lord is sky-high. The display of strength and his genuine concern for everyone will undoubtedly leave a lasting impression on the majority. Once they hear you talking badly about anything that is related to the moon elf lord, your reputation will immediately plummet." Karthena explained.

Nihil stopped with his face as black as the bottom of the pot.

The power that the masses hold. This is something that the Ris Clan knows too well. It was during the First Civil War that their ancestors suffered a great defeat at the hands of the moon elves that they oppressed.

"Then inform the others that we will vote no. We will come back to our land since the Moon Elf Lord gave us the option to do so." Nihil flung his sleeves and he was about to storm out.

"But patriarch, I don’t think that is a good idea," said Karthena. "I am certain that the other twelve clans will agree with the moon elf lord. They will surely take advantage of this opportunity to get closer to the Lord. The training manuals, the strength that the Moon Elf Lord showed earlier, and most importantly, the generosity to the common moon elves. All of these things made leaving their places worth it."

"Who knows if the moon elf lord has something more beneficial? The closest to him will be the first to get the merit." Karthena calmly explained it to the old patriarch.

In the first place, the moon elf lord didn’t give them a choice.

"The clans who stuck with the moon elf lord will surely view us as an ingrate. The Lord called this a gift so if we dare to turn this call from him down, the resentment targeted at us is unimaginable. We can’t afford to repeat history." Fireal whispered. Even in their clan, the reputation of the Moon Elf Lord is sky-high. Giving out an order to abstain from basking under the Moon Elf Lord’s grace is the same as making a rift between them.

This time Nihil could only grit his teeth. "Summon the eldest son. I don’t care if he is the head priest now. I need to know the plans of the moon elf lord."

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The Isan Clan.

The 3,000 clansmen under Ali looked at him with disbelief.

"We will unconditionally follow the Moon Elf Lord and anyone who will say otherwise will either be kicked out or be fed to the beasts lingering outside." He declared in a monotone.

His silver eyes shone with obvious killing intent, silencing anyone who has a different opinion.

Even Yulls, who is known to be vocal and tactless, silently accepted the decision. He isn’t particularly elated about the fact that they will live with the Moon Elf Lord, instead, he is discreetly plotting something.

Everyone could see the faint change in the disposition of their patriarch however, none has a strong enough backbone to ask.

This is the look that Ali has when he finds something to prey upon. They knew in their heart that not even the Moon Goddess can save this unlucky one from the claws of their cold-hearted patriarch.

Discussions and opinions are flying everywhere.

The day of the Second Inter-Clan Conference ushered great changes among the 13 clans and by tomorrow, this change will be exposed to the whole world.

~~~

Meanwhile, the one who caused this ripple in their midst is out of their reach. Luis silently and calmly rested his back on the trunk of a tree.

"Baku! Don’t forget to clean the dead tree over there too!" The Moon Elf Lord ordered the huge serpentine dragon that is made of pure wood. Luis gave the wooden Bakunawa a name since he noticed that it was intelligent and could act on its own.

Luis scanned his surroundings. The division of life and death is clearly shown in the trees.

Right after he left the conference, he immediately went to the dead part of the Outer Circle of the Shane Greenwoods for a clean-up.

The area affected by the Stone Golem’s skill is still wide even though they managed to keep it in place. Seeing the trees left, Luis estimated that even if he mobilized a thousand moon elves to clear this land, then it will take at least half a week.

’Thank goodness that I have this reliable land clearer,’ he murmured in his heart as he watched the wooden Bakunawa coil its massive body on a tree and crushed it into splinters.

This numerous wood made by the brute force of its grip was automatically absorbed by the Bakunawa, leaving no remnants of the dead trees.

’It’s getting bigger and bigger every time it coils and rubs itself onto something...’ Luis giggled inwardly.

How envious. He wants to rub a certain someone’s something. Let’s see if it will enlarge under his caring palm.

Hihihi.

"You gave it a name" A deep masculine voice suddenly spoke behind Luis, startling him.

"Oh! Fuck me in the *ss please!" Luis exclaimed out of surprise. He even jumped from his seat.

"Xagrien! You jerk! Do you really have to startle me like that?" Luis’ heart is pumping like crazy from the sudden stimulus.

He approached the male and used his palms to hit Xagrien on his chest. In a way that even a fly would survive.

In fact, it is more accurate that he is caressing the male god’s chest.

’OH, MY GOODNESS! Just look at this wide and bulging chest! How can I resist not touching this?’ Luis greedily scanned Xagrien’s upper torso.

The male god is wearing a white shirt that fits perfectly on his body. Well, to be more accurate, the sinful shirt is almost leaving nothing to the imagination.

Luis looked at the perky nipples that were partially visible through the clothes.

Yummy.

"But this is incomparable to the shock that you caused to your subjects," Xagrien’s reply held meaning.

Luis understood it so he said solemnly, "Well, it wouldn’t work that well if I am too accommodating to them, right? Besides, even if I waste my saliva to convince them, in the end, they will still hold their own opinion based on their values and I can’t really do much about that."

Luis shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Baku, the wood serpentine dragon.

Unknown to the Moon Elf Lord, Xagrien is carefully studying his side profile. From his forehead, nose and finally, lips.

Xagrien stared at Luis as if he was memorizing the contours of his face. This bearer is simply a wonder.

Xagrien then cleared his throat. "That is not good, my lord. You being this lenient will give an impression that you are not an ambitious leader. They may find an excuse to trample you in the end," he warned.

However, it was obvious that Luis is not bothered by it even by a bit. "Well, they can try but I am not someone who will fall easily."

Why should he become afraid? Luis is well-versed in power struggles. During the apocalypse, not only zombies are the main cause of death. There are also humans who threw their reason and conscience into the trash in the face of greed and envy.

Luis is confident in his survival skills. And besides, it’s not like he is alone now. He has people whom he can rely on.

’It may be early but at least I am confident that I can trust this male god beside me.’

Seeing that his lover is not backing down, Xagrien dropped the topic. However, before he could even say something his little lover beat him to it.

They are alone now, so Luis decided to tell him about something that’s been bugging him in his head.

"Hey, Xagrien. Do you want to know my secret?"

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