Valverno turned his head and saw Marina walking into the tent. The Siren gave the demigod a stare before walking to the long table holding the large map of Shimabellia. “He was such an honorary father, but I now see a monster before my eyes as I see monsters everywhere. But I can’t tell the difference between the good ones and the wicked ones.”
Geraldus and Teutates remained silent of the matter. It wasn’t until Valverno broke the silence and spoke, “Well, what we have plan on this set?”
Valverno walk to the table holding the large map of Shimabellia. It was very large and very well sized covering much of the interior of the tent.
It was made in a bronze medal stone. Every detail splattered on the stone map was exactly how the island was, and nicely built stone structures: tall mountains, small valleys, foothills, and every landscape on Shimabellia. Every earthly detailed was carved in bronze metal.
“What do we have planned so far?” asked Valverno.
“What we have planned far so far is what we have here,” said Geraldus. Geraldus pointed on the central point of Shimabellia, near a line of points of the borders of the Western Region and the Central Region. There was a large area of small hills and open valleys with little mountains in the way. “We are exactly at the border of the Western Region, and just ten miles to the northeast is the Central Region. The region the capital city is in.”
“Hm, if that is the case, I’ve met Uragiru about thirty miles away from here. What I’ve managed to find out from him is that the armor and weapons his army holds have been washed in the Pool of Shadows.”
Geraldus and Teutates raised their eyebrows.
“Not only will we are outnumbered but we are outmatched with weapons far superior to our own. I’m agreeing with you on magic, Teutates; it shouldn’t exist. As long the Pool of Shadows excites so does itself. I’ll try to find a way to counter against their weapon and armor, since I went into the Pool of Shadows myself.”
Geraldus nodded his head. “Teutates and I were thinking of you giving some your power and give us a boost in armor and weapons, but you did bathe in the Pool of Shadows. There is a risk you could corrupt the people’s hearts.”
“I’d never wanted to bathe in their; I was pulled in there. You were there, Geraldus. You saw what happened.”
“You pushed Marina out of the way and you got pulled in. I remember everything. You did it because you love the Siren.” Geraldus looked at Marina who was trying to hide a small smile and a blushing face. “There is still love there.”
“Enough!” said Teutates. “We have a battle to think about?”
“We couldn’t agree more,” said Wasso and Monico.
The twin sprinters came waltzing into the tent. Behind them, three more familiar faces came walking into the large tent. Kelda, Orinù, and Bjorg walked into the tent. And behind them Sora came strolling in. The leaders allying with each other have gathered in the tent to discuss the coming battle.
Each leader who brought a single army under their command came together and the armies they brought was a single of allies uniting into one army, but there was no main leader at the head. Instead of a single leader, this was a war counsel to decide the best course of action to take.
Valverno gave updates to every one of his short meeting with Uragiru and Belverda. He told them of the enemy’s armor and weapons were amplified by the Pool of Shadows. He told their weapons and armor may not be affect against the enemy’s stronger armor and weapons.
Then Geraldus had mentioned he was a White Knight. Both he and Sora could rival against the Pool itself. Their White Knight power is a purified spiritual power that is descended from ancient magic power.
“After all, my power is I’ve inherited from my ancestor, who was the first White Knight of Loyalty. Sora has been given hers back from the previous holder. And Strength is also to be here, but we’re short on Trust.
“I’ve met the ghost of Trust, and he didn’t have a successor to hold his power. And since he hasn’t chosen a successor, I am going to assume his power has transferred to me. Now I must choose who to hold the power. And I’m thinking someone here should bear the new Knight. I’ll ask: who desires to bare the title White Knight of Trust?”
The leaders remained silent.
There were a few minutes of silent until Geraldus spoke out. “You’re a demigod, Valverno. That is up to decide. You’ll have to trust someone to be the new White Knight of Trust.”
Valverno looked at the other people in the tent. He could always trust Marina, but she showed signs she couldn’t trust him. The three clan leaders and the twin sprinters he barely knew. Even though he did know small bits about them, he didn’t know much about their background or their personalities.
But he did know the sprinters longer than the clan leaders. He knew it was a risk, but he was willing to trust the twins or at least one of them. “Wasso and Monico. You both traveled with me to the Northern Region, and you’ve both have left Uragiru behind. So I’ll name one of you the new White Knight of Trust… Monico.”
Monico raised his head as Valverno raised his hand. A purple glow of a wolf-shaped head appeared above Valverno’s hand.
“The wolf stands as an embodiment of Trust. The other sigils of the White Knights are as follow: the lion for Strength, the eagle for Loyalty, and the cheetah for Charity. And I can see these animals have been adapted for a few clans in the Northern Region.”
The three clan leaders looked proudly as to the clans they belonged to. Their clan names came from animal symbols of the White Knights.
“And if we’re here to discuss
