Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

Chapter 300:

Bael’s steps were the only sound accompanying the bustling wind.The soldiers stood silent in their spots; none of them knew what they were supposed to do. Those who had viewed him with contempt before hid behind others so as not to get noticed by him.

Leonara’s nebulae and commanders stepped forward to converse with him, but before they could, two soldiers ran towards him with worried expressions.

"Master!" They shouted, and once Jareb and Henry neared him, they asked, "Are you fine?"

Bael looked at them, and his lips parted to send them away; however, as he glanced at their worried expressions, the purple wisps of demonic energy stopped leaving his body, and warmth returned to his eyes.

At the same time, a blue screen materialized before his eyes.

[You have exited the negative zone!]

[Abysmal Flame is calming down!]

[Pseudo-harmony is being reinforced!]

His sanity returned, and he looked around in confusion. ’Why did I do that?’

Seeing that Bael wasn’t answering, they stepped closer and mumbled at the same time, "Master?"

Their unified voices yanked him out of his thoughts, and he answered while rubbing the back of his head, "Ah, yes. I am obviously fine, do you think someone can injure me?"

Hearing him, both of them heaved a relieved sigh and turned back towards the army.

Bael furrowed his brows and asked, "What are you two doing?"

They walked towards the army and answered, "Going back? We only came to check if you need our help to stay on your feet. Cannot have our master ruin our image now, can we?"

Listening to their response, which was just what he would have said if he were them, Bael’s jaw fell open, and he mumbled under his breath, "From when did I have such unfilial students?"

He shook his head, then scanned the soldiers and the nebulae.

With Zone Relocation, he appeared before the nebulae and said, "We’ll talk later."

Their lips parted to question, but before any word could escape their lips, Melvin raised his arm before them and said, "You all heard him right?"

A lean man wearing a sleek suit and elegant mustache — Walton spoke with his hand on the whip at his waist, "But we cannot let him do whatever he wishes to."

Selva glanced at Walton and stated, "How do you plan to stop him?"

Walton turned towards him. His lips opened and closed multiple times, and he let out a defeated sigh, "I do not know."

Selva nodded. "Then we wait."

Bael stepped towards the soldiers and announced, "Leonara has won. Capture the remaining of the duke’s army and take them to the war camp."

The soldiers stared at him in confusion, and Melvin stepped forward. "Capture them!"

The duke’s army, which had already lost all hope, dropped their weapons and fell on their knees for Leonara’s army to capture them without any problem.

Once they captured everyone, Bael scanned the battlefield and commanded, "Those who have no captives to keep, pick up the remains of your brethren and let us return."

Hearing those words, the nebulae looked at him with surprised expressions.

After half an hour, the soldiers hoisted the dead on their backs, and the army returned to the camp.

Upon reaching the camp, they threw captives in the southern tents, which were barricaded from all sides.

Bael sat in an ornate chair, and the chief commanders sat in chairs around the table, which had the battlefield map and army pieces.

Behind Bael stood nervous Jareb and Henry, and behind the chief commanders stood their commanders.

Bael leaned back in his chair with the tips of his fingers meeting one another.

"So? What do you want to ask me?"

The chief commanders stared at him with various questions in their eyes, and Selva was the first to ask, "Who are you?"

Bael smiled. "I am Bael Leonara."

Hearing his answer, everyone, even Jareb and Henry, raised their eyebrows, and seeing their reaction, Melvin commented with a chuckle, "It seems not even your students know who you really are..."

"You do not trust me," Bael responded.

Melvin’s lips widened, and he nodded, "It is indeed hard to believe a random person calling himself a part of the royal bloodline."

Bael nodded as well. "That’s great."

"Is it not a lie?" Walton questioned with a slightly irritated look that he was holding back because of the fear he had for him.

Bael shook his head and said, "It is not."

Even then, no one seemed to believe him.

"Then..." Eldon, a commander, suggested, "Can you please tell us the names of your parents?"

"Heh," Bael smirked and tapped his finger on the table. "I can."

"Please," Eldon pleaded.

A genuine smile appeared on Bael’s face, and he commented, "I like that you are brave."

Embarrassed by the unexpected praise, Eldon let out a cough, "Ahem. T-Thanks for your kind words."

Bael looked at the ceiling of the tent and spoke, "My parents, huh... My father is the sovereign of the red and black mountains, Haden, and my mother is the former princess of the great Leonara Kingdom, Laerain Leonara."

Upon hearing the familiar name, Melvin, the oldest of the six nebulae, shot to his feet and stammered, "What did you just say?"

The others also knew that name because it belonged to the king’s sister, who had died with the former king for their goal of securing the cursed forest.

"Didn’t the king and princess die?" the commanders murmured.

Melvin’s expression twisted into irritation, and he spat, "SILENCE!"

Everyone pressed their lips shut, and Melvin said while looking at Bael with a hopeful expression, "How can we trust you?"

"Hmm..." Bael thought about it and spoke after a few minutes of silence, "My mother had said that I have her eyes."

Melvin’s lips opened and closed a few times, and Walton stated with narrowed eyes, "Princess’s eyes were blue... not red."

Bael let out a chuckle and waved his hand across his face. "I was talking about my real eyes."