Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The Woet tribe's chief was not the same kind of man the Kanh tribe chief's had been. He was smaller, skinnier, and beardless. He had long light brown hair in tight braids. But he sat on a cushion with one knee bent and raised for him to rest his arm on. And he had a similar oppressive atmosphere as the Kanh tribe chief's.

However, the Kanh tribe had just been subconsciously pressuring Zach and Visla to make sure they told the truth when he asked them his question. The Woet tribe's chief didn't have a son who was already close to Zach, and he hadn't spent several weeks with Visla. He had no reason to be overly hospitable other than Visla's background.

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His sharp eyes looked Visla and Zach up and down. He glanced backward at the maids who hadn't been allowed into the tent. Those were imperial clothes. And the barbarian clothes on Zach were borrowed. That was clear as day from how he wore them.

"Visla Maura. Greetings. And this skinless…?" He nodded toward Visla before turning his judgemental gaze toward Zach.

Zach wondered what the Woet chief meant by skinless, but he could feel that this was not the time for him to open his troublemaking mouth. He would have to rely on Visla for this.

Visla glanced at Zach. His identity as an Evandiel would probably bring more trouble than necessary right now. It was best not to mention that part.

"This is Zach. He's a summoner from the Empire. I won't beat around the bush. We are going to try and establish peace between our people. This war…It is not right."

The Woet chief narrowed his eyes and looked skeptically at Zach, but he listened to visla to the end. He was silent for a moment as he pondered on Visla's words. He was a chief, and he deserved it. He was strong, but he was also wise enough to know when to listen to someone.

Peace was a farfetched idea. But if there was a spirit of that going around, it could affect the warriors' morale. It might affect the other tribes. It was a variable.

"The justification of this war—any war—is subjective. Tell me, Visla Maura, why this war is not right."

"The Empire is a powerful enemy."

"A Maura is backing down out of fear?"

"No. I'm being rational. The Evandiels may have left their post for reasons unknown to mice like me, but that doesn't mean the Empire will let us have this plot of land. They have three more Dukes, an Emperor, and generations of accumulation. We will lose far more than we gain if we insist on fighting to the bitter end."

"Are you anticipating our failure?"

"There is no success. What else can I see? Even the best outcome is one where the Sesha are crippled."

"Then so be it. Fear of an ill fate, one our ancestors and shamans have guided us toward, is not something that can stop any Sesha from advancing. The stars have guided us for generations, and they will guide us for generations to come just as they guided us here."

Visla clenched her jaw for a moment. She wanted to question the chief's reliance on the stars, their ancestors, and the shamans' guidance. What was the point of all that if it led to the death of the Sesha as a people?

But doing that in the face of a chief was a grave sin, so she controlled her tongue. She still needed the Woet chief and anyone else to take her seriously. That wouldn't happen if she questioned the traditions that had kept all of the Sehsa safe for generations, that all the Sesha believed in.

She was trying to stop the war, not make it worse.

Still, she had to say something.

"More specifically, what did your shamans say?" Zach asked, earning a sharp look from both Visla and the Woet chief. It was not his place to speak here.

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It had been fine in the Kanh chief's tent since he asked to speak to Zach and addressed him. But in the Woet chief's tent, he was only an accessory to Visla. He was there to be introduced and looked at, nothing more. Unless the Woet chief spoke to him or asked him to speak, Zach should not say anything.

Zach could feel that. But he couldn't sit still without moving his mouth, especially when his thoughts were swirling.

"I apologize for his rudeness! He is a fool—"

"I am sure he is," the Woet chief interrupted Visla's apology, his eyes wide. He took a proper look at Zach before turning back to Visla.

"Visla Maura, are you aware of the shamans' teachings?"

"A little…"

"Do you know what they said before the Evandiels abandoned their post?"

"No. I only know that it's what started this war. If you ask me, they should be on the frontlines, fighting the war they caused, dying the deaths of our warrior."

"No one asked you, Visla Maura. They said…

"'Our time will come. Salvation shall be found in the homes of our neighbors.' I'm paraphrasing a little since they always make it sound so grand, but that's the essence of it."

Visla's eyes also widened when she finally heard the shamans' words.

With the Sesha's attitude toward the Empire, those words from the shamans, who were known to speak in riddles and unclarities, could only mean one thing. The Sesha would be taking over the Empire's eastern region if not the Empire.

And it would be done aggressively.

The Empire and the Sesha were generation-long enemies, after all. There had been talks of peace and ceasefires during important events on both sides like the deaths or births of important people. But that was it. It never got further than that.

At the same time, the Sesha were not united, and they lived a nomadic life on the Sesha Steppes.

War was not something either side wanted or saw benefit in. All this time, it had just been a bad relationship between neighbors, the feuds piling up over the years.

What could the shamans want other than war?

But in the eyes of those not out for blood, couldn't those words also be interpreted as the Empire helping the Sesha? The shamans said nothing about the Sesha taking over their neighbor's homes.

Couldn't they be invited in?