Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The only thing that separated the Kanh Chief's tent from those of his tribe members was a flag at the top with the image of a strung bow with a loaded arrow. It was the Kanh tribe's symbol.

Visla opened the tent without knocking. Zach wasn't sure where she should have knocked, but he wondered if wasn't rude. Probably not. The chief would have noticed their arrival already. It would be like standing in front of someone and telling them that they're there. Unnecessary.

The Kanh chief looked straight at Visla and Zach from his cushion on the ground. He was a big man, and Zach could tell that he was stronger than the warriors his familiars had faced during the defense of Rittel.

It wasn't like the principal, the Empress Dowager, or even Ugor, but he was strong enough to make Zach understand why they hadn't bothered tying him and his familiars up harder. They were confident in their chiefs.

The Kanh chief had curly dark hair, which made him look very similar to the young boy behind his back. Lori Kanh.

Zach had figured that having the tribe's name in one's name was just to show which tribe they belonged to, but maybe it was only the ones who were a member of the tribe chief's family who carried the tribe's name.

"Sit." The Kanh chief gestured for Zach to sit down on the cushion opposite him. Zach did that, and Visla sat down on the cushion next to him.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me," Zach said since the Kanh chief wasn't saying anything after he sat down. It might have been a test of dominance or temperament to show Zach who the one in charge was, but Zach wasn't interested in playing along and just wasked what he was curious about.

The Kanh chief gave a light nod.

"You've been putting fancy ideas in the head of my son."

"I apologize?"

"There's no need. The thoughts of children should be fancy. What I'm interested in is…How to become a summoner? I think it's the duty of parents to either help the dreams of their children become reality or show them why it is not possible." The Kanh chief's voice was stable and not very emotional, but Zach could feel that the man in front of him was a doting father. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"I think there might be other ways to become a summoner, but the only method I'm familiar with is the Chamber of Ceremony in the Empire's Academy for Summoners. If someone has the latent potential for summoning and enters the Chamber, they should become a summoner."

The Kanh chief's brow furrowed as he heard Zach's answer. That meant it would be very difficult to help Lori become a summoner. Closer to impossible than very difficult, in fact.

Zach saw the Kanh chief's expression, so he continued,

"Now, that's going to be difficult to achieve for Lori for obvious reasons since not just anyone can enter the Chamber. But I'm…on good terms with the principal. As long as the war ends, making Lori a summoner should be a done deal."

The Kanh chief raised an eyebrow at Zach's words.

'As long as the war ends…'

Zach made it sound so easy. It was just one step.

The Kanh chief sighed. He nodded.

"I'll support the ceasefire and support your peace efforts." He reached back and grabbed the fussy head of Lori before wrestling the skinny boy into his lap.

"It's not like this war is doing us much good," he said, more to himself than to Zach and Visla.

"Thank you," Zach bowed his head.

"Succeed, and I'll be the one thanking you."

Zach nodded and took that as their dismissal. He and Visla left the Kanh chief's tent. They looked at each other.

"That went well," Zach commented.

"That it did," Visla agreed.

"...It seemed to me that both you and the Kanh chief assumed Lori would successfully become a summoner, but it sounded like that is not the case for everyone?"

"That's right. Talent for summoning is a rarity. But with some, you just know. Lori has the talent for it."@@novelbin@@

Visla's eyes narrowed and she absentmindedly nodded as she thought about it.

Zach was a summoner. He was strong. What if they could get access to that Chamber of Ceremony and mass-produce a bunch of strong summoners like Zach? Peace, war, whatever. It would strengthen the Sesha. It would be great.

Visla looked Zach up and down.

It would be difficult, though. If all summoners were as strong as Zach, who had been a summoner for only a few years, the Empire would have already taken over the world or something. If they hadn't, it could only be because, like Zach, they lacked the ambition.

Visla had a lot of thoughts in her head, but she sorted them and focused on what mattered as she left Zach at his post without tying him up before visiting the Giri and Burian tribe chiefs to tell them of the Kanh chief's decision and ask them to send a messenger asking for a ceasefire. She might have also mentioned the thing about peace, even a temporary one, might lead to them getting summoners of their own.

It was well worth it.

The problem was getting Rittel to agree to it. It would be a little tricky if they didn't. But there should be no reason for them to refuse it.

Rittel's troops wanted to hold the city in the Empire's hands. That was their mission. They weren't the ones to drive the barbarian forces out of the Empire. A ceasefire gave them what they wanted without them needing to work for it.

They had to take it.

And they did.

Yan didn't like it. He wasn't furious, but he wasn't happy, either.

It was the first time the barbarians had arrived at the city during the day, and if it weren't for the white flag fluttering on a pole above the envoy, they would have been shot before they could get close.

Thus, there was no way Yan could hide what the messenger wanted.

The military officers and the troops of Rittel were almost united in their desire to accept the ceasefire.

It could be a sneaky trick from the sneaky barbarians since they had just lost in a straightforward fight to Zach's sneaky tricks. But for that reason, it made sense they would want a ceasefire as well. They didn't have the troops to continue fighting.

And Rittel's troops didn't want to sit on the castle walls like drawn bows, tense with anxiety about the barbarians attacking at any moment.

The ceasefire between Rittel and the Giri, Burian, and Kanh tribes went through.