The Martial Unity

The events in East Genora were too intense to be missed by anybody. Not only did all the polities with a powerful outer space presence notice the bright flash of light and radiation emerging from East Genora, but they had even managed to catch word of the missing prince of human civilization.

Different parties took the news differently.

Those on the fence about their relationship with human civilization were mixed on the event. While they were allies with human civilization, they were not enemies either. The news of one of the strongest warriors of human civilization being nabbed by the light elves did not make the strongest case to pursue peace with human civilization. Especially since his survival was not likely, given how powerful light elves were in their own territory.

The polities that had formed the start of a friendly relationship with human civilization reacted negatively to the event, offering aid to human civilization in whatever manner they could.

Now that these parties had decided to pursue a relationship of peace and friendship with human civilization, it was imperative to them that human civilization remained strong and stable. Otherwise, the gains to be made by forging a friendship with them were scant.

Those civilizations that had taken a stance of aggression against human civilization had, on the other hand, reason to celebrate.

After all, the strongest warrior of the continent was likely going to die, if he wasn’t already dead.

There were even those who reached out to the light elves and offered whatever intelligence they had on Rui Quarrier, even going as far as to offer aid in killing the Martial Artist.

The light elves refused, of course. Even if they had a common goal, the light elves were still far too insular and contemptuous of the rest of the world to possibly accept an alliance with them. The Evolutionary Army and the Imperial Tekvorian Federation had both offered assistance with killing the prince, but the light elves simply ignored them, unwilling even to deign them a response.

Those on the fence about the Panamic Alliance, however, took the event to be a test of sorts. If human civilization’s strongest warrior could survive being teleported into a heavy ambush and if human civilization could maintain its stability despite this, then they would be much more inclined to forge a relationship of friendship with the humans of the Lost Continent.

It showed that it was not worth it to pick a fight with human civilization if they could handle such a problem and emerge largely unscathed. Any civilization that had such fortitude could last a long, long time in a war, even if they had losing odds. Such a war would bleed the victors into having nothing more than a pyrrhic victory.

Among the allies that human civilization had begun making, the most distressed about the occurrence was, of course, none other than the dark elves themselves, who were primarily.

“We take full responsibility for this disaster.”

Mother Alicia’s tone was sorrowful.

“Rest assured, we will do everything we are able to bring him alive and well or punish our sisters for their crimes against us.”

Her voice was sincere.

She gazed at the Emperor of Harmony with an earnest expression, seated opposite him in the Royal Office.

While Mother Alicia’s main body was in West Genora, she had sent a wooden vessel with a piece of her consciousness to the Panama Continent to personally speak with the Emperor of Harmony.

With the fiasco that came out of nowhere, it became a convenient means of communication between the leaders of two civilizations.

Emperor Rael’s golden eyes sharpened as he studied the dark elf before him.

Mother Alicia’s elven form was that of an elven woman who looked like she was in the equivalent of her early thirties.

The clothes she donned were more elaborate and consciously put together compared to the common ethnic wear of the dark elves, comprised of robes fabricated from green organic fibers.

“You say that you will take full responsibility. You say that you will do everything you can to bring him back, but…” The Emperor of Harmony’s tone was stern, “Those are just pretty words. What exactly will you do to bring him back?”

“We have already commenced a cyber assault on the East Genoran Flora Network through the greater flora network of our continent. By continuously pressuring their organic cybersecurity, we are diverting many resources and much attention away from the prince so that he will have an easier time fighting. I suspect that that is one of the reasons that he is still holding out for as long as he is.”

“…Is that so?” Emperor Rael raised an eyebrow. “A cyber attack, was it? That’s good, but what about military action? They whisked my son away, a mere cyber attack is not going to bring him back, now is it? You will need to have some kind of military intervention, will you not?”

Mother Alicia winced, shaking her head.

“I’m afraid not, Your Majesty,” she apologetically answered him. “The Taararnynm was greatly against any military action. We are highly pacifist in nature, after all.”

Emperor Rael was not pleased by her words.

“Pacifist? I’m not too sure about that anymore. You claim that elves are pacifist in nature, but your light-skinned sisters seem extremely war-hungry and hawkish. They have conducted an entirely one-sided ambush of aggression on an honored guest of their sisters. That does not strike me as particularly pacifist.”

Mother Alicia winced at his words. “You’re correct. It is indeed true that they may not be the most pacifist civilization in practice. In this particular case, it displeases me to say that they view His Highness as some sort of demon of death who needs to be exorcised from this world. In particular, His Highness’ strange aura of death has provoked them past their pacifist nature, making it so that they feel obliged to attack him even if they dislike conflict.”

“…” Emperor Rael simply stared at her with an unamused expression.