Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: Tribal Traditions

Despite being invited to, Kaiden didn’t sit.

Instead, he reached into his pack and withdrew his communication artifact. Its surface shimmered with runic etchings as it synced with his mana. He made no effort to conceal it; in fact, he turned it deliberately so that Varek would see the glowing sigils pulse to life.

The tribal leader’s brow arched. His lips curved, equal parts curiosity and amusement. However, there was no hostility in his expression. Whether he did not know what this was or just didn’t care, Kaiden did not know.

Kaiden connected to Geralt and Tessa, commanders of the joint operation.

"Team Sinners to command," Kaiden said clearly, ensuring that Varek heard everything. His voice was professional and measured. "We’ve located the tribe."

Geralt’s gruff tone came first, steady and precise. "Noted."

Tessa’s softer voice followed soon after. "Ensuring the safety of any surviving natives is part of our duty, Kaiden. How is the situation on the ground?"

Kaiden’s gaze moved briefly toward Varek before answering. The tattooed man was grinning devilishly now that he understood what Kaiden was doing, but made no attempts to interrupt the call.

Instead, he sat back down in his throne of bones, surrounded by the many severely underdressed women. He began listening intently as Kaiden answered, "The tribe appears to be under severe stress but not in immediate danger. They’ve developed effective methods to divert the monsters using scent trails to throw their senses off."

"Understood," Tessa replied. "Then the extraction of the natives isn’t a priority at this time. We must focus on neutralizing the outbreak zone."

"Copy that," Kaiden said, then added, "For your awareness, I’ve been invited to sample the hospitality of the tribe by its leader, Varek of the Iron Plains. He is standing before me right now. Requesting permission to stay."

He didn’t phrase it casually. Every word was deliberate, every gesture precise. By formally requesting to remain, Kaiden made sure that the chain of command officially tied his presence here to mission orders. If anything happened to him or to his team, the blame would not be on them; it would fall on those responsible.

And from the way Varek’s sly eyes gleamed with understanding, he’d realized that too.

Still, the man didn’t flinch or frown. He merely leaned back in his throne of bones, looking amused by the outsider’s performance.

"Permission granted," Tessa said after a pause. "Our alliance can use any foothold it can get. A tribe that survived such a concentrated monster threat might possess valuable knowledge or resources. Even just their scent trail method might be valuable enough for us to obtain it. Kaiden Grey, I’m entrusting you with establishing a diplomatic connection."

"Understood."

Kaiden heavily doubted that any serious relationship might blossom between the parties present, but he did not say it outright.

Geralt’s voice came next, deep and clipped, all business. "Team Glaive should be within your vicinity. They’ll move to support you. Notify this Varek of their approach so there are no misunderstandings."

"Understood," Kaiden said again.

Then, after a moment’s consideration, he added, "One last note, Commanders. I have serious reservations about this tribe’s integrity. I request a standing check-in every ten minutes. If I fail to report in, dispatch a high-tier team to confirm our status immediately."

There was a pause. Short, but heavy.

Geralt finally replied, his tone even grimmer than usual. "Noted. Stay alert. We’ll be listening."

The transmission cut off with a brief flicker of light.

Kaiden slipped the artifact back into his belt pouch. He felt the weight of Varek’s gaze on him; curious, calculating, and utterly calm.

The tribal leader smiled slowly. "So you came with friends."

Kaiden met his eyes without a hint of fear. "I have."

The air between them thickened in the form of a quiet, invisible tension that wound through the decorated hall.

Then Varek broke it with a laugh.

"More guests, then," he said, flashing sharp teeth. "We’ll have to prepare a proper welcome."

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