The Vastness of Magical Destiny

After learning the intentions and thoughts of Puber and Fran, Komer almost immediately accepted their advice without much hesitation; rather than struggling stubbornly in response, it would be better to take some risks and quickly expand his own power.

The gradually revealed strength of the Salvation Society deeply alarmed Komer, especially Welch’s, which made Komer realize how essential it was to enhance his own strength. Wasn’t the reason the Salvation Society valued him so much because he controlled the power of the Half-Beastmen?

And now these small Barbarian tribes also longed to become his citizens. Although this would bring immense pressure from the world of Mortals, Komer pondered, had he not since his arrival in the Caucasus always endured disdainful and hostile glares? Assassinations, interference, blockades, armed invasions—the relentless waves of challenges had never ceased, and hadn’t he survived them all? Bringing these small Barbarian tribes under his wing was merely about facing a few more adversaries; under his current situation, what harm could a little more pressure do? Especially now, during such chaotic times in The Kingdom of Nicosia, it was an excellent opportunity to use the chaos to avoid further attention.

Komer listened with great interest as the three representatives expressed their grievances and requests. Undoubtedly, the man seated in the middle was the core figure among the three representatives. Although the other two, despite their limited eloquence, might pass as the more articulate among the Barbarians, they had nothing of interest to offer beyond their incessant complaints and pleas, compared to the youngest in the center who clearly held a certain status within their small tribes.

Smiling widely and nodding frequently, occasionally interjecting with a word or two to show understanding, the three originally reserved Barbarian representatives gradually became more at ease. Komer could tell that, at least in terms of eloquence, they were probably the most capable individuals that these small Barbarian tribes could nominate, and the man in the center seemed to have a significant status among their tribes.

"Heinem, I have clearly understood the opinions and requests of the three of you. Speaking honestly, I do not think my Judicial Officers have been unfair or biased in handling disputes between the Mountain people and Half-Beastmen before this point. Even if there were, it would be within the norm and legally permissible boundaries. You must understand that, after all, the Half-Beastmen are also masters of this land. They are formal citizens with all citizen rights, while you are merely newcomers—precisely speaking, temporary residents, temporary breadwinners who have come to the Caucasus. Is my classification accurate?"

After a glance at the somewhat helpless trio, Komer knew they acknowledged his point and thus continued to empower his smooth-talking persuasion, "Every regime must first and foremost defend the foundation upon which it is built. When outsiders and local citizens dispute, being able to adjudicate from a relatively fair standpoint is already quite difficult. I believe my Judicial Officers are capable of this, and I see no violation of The Kingdom of Nicosia’s laws in the issues you’ve reflected."

Exchanging meaningful glances, the young man with curly hair in the middle, after receiving affirmative looks from his companions, mustered the courage to retort, "Sir, as I understand, before you came to the Caucasus, or rather, before you ruled over the Greater Caucasus, their status was very low as well. In the mortal world’s hierarchies, they were slaves, without any rights, no different from animals, even less than us newcomers. Now that you’ve elevated them to such a status so suddenly, isn’t this too unfair to us Mountain people who are also striving to prosper your territory?"