Part 13
“When the bubble ends at its scheduled time in eighteen years, it’ll only be a month and a half later out in the world, and we’ll be far more prepared to become Prince and Princess of The People of Life.”
“Certainly, that seems both wise and practical.” Alilia nodded with a smile.
“Some of us would like to leave Hiliani in a year, if the time-bubble indeed does go down temporarily.” Senior Dolimatbene stated. “Understanding that we would have to swear the binding vows sworn by other Sylvan in The Just Alliance, would you allow us to go?”
“Sure.” Mark nodded. “You haven’t sworn allegiance to me or to Hilia, so you’re free to do whatever you want, so long as you keep the peace between us and train as hard as you can to fight the demons. And if I did have the right to prevent you from leaving, I still wouldn’t. I don’t see any reason to keep you here if you want to go. However, if we have to fight the demons, I’d ask you to fight with those you’ve trained with here. There’s no use training you all together as a unit if you’re not going to fight with the people and procedures you’re familiar with. That means we’d ask you to come back here to help defend the place if the demons attack here, and that you re-join your platoons if the Hiliani Sylvan are assigned to fight elsewhere.”
“Ah.” Dolimatbene said as she accepted some deserts from a tray that was being passed around. “Our god brought us here so that we wouldn’t be enslaved by Zarkog, but that’s a moot point now. And it seems that what our god wants with us will also need to be determined, though that may now be moot as well, as you’ve said. When the time-bubble goes down, our god will learn of what’s happened here, we’ll learn what he thinks about it, the rest of the gods will learn about him, and we should shortly know where we stand.
“But many of us want to see and experience the great world out there, which is something we could never do before The Just Alliance took over. And many of us would like to go back to Serminak, for at least a visit. The younger of us have never seen their ancestral homeland, and of us elders, most have only seen the small part of it that our god kept hidden for our use before Zarkog conquered the continent.
“And beyond all that, so far as I know, I am the eldest living Sylvan, and one of the most powerful and capable. I may very well be the most powerful and capable Sylvan, and I am very much looking forward to testing myself in the great Game of Status.” she finished with a grin that was matched by the other elders.
“So am I.” said a voice behind Mark’s shoulder. He turned to see that it was Zayobod, informal leader of The Valiant Glory Seekers.
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