Spending My Retirement In A Game

Chapter 905: Injury

One after another, the representing envoys of each country stepped up to the treaty, signing it. While they were signing it with their personal signature, they were here to represent their respective countries. As such, the peace treaty was a contract effectively signed between each of the different countries in question.

Once a signature was placed, it would fade, and their country's sigil took its place. And then, finally at the end, all of the sigils of the signing countries were represented.

According to how the contract worked, if any of these countries or clans did anything like they have been trying to do for the whole time they have been here at the summit after Komer acknowledged the contract as 'valid', their country would face the judgement of the Goddess of Fate. Considering that fact, some of the envoys were a little nervous, as Eisen and the other originals had expected.

Of coursel, that being the case, there was a tiny window for one of them to actually try something else. Explore stories on mvl

If now, something happened to Komer, the treaty, or one of the other envoys, none of it would really 'count' according to the terms of the treaty they signed. That was why Komer was wearing an incredibly reinforced outfit that would block most physical and magical attacks.

It drained a ton of mana to the point where Komer couldn't possible use these clothes constantly, but right now, he could use mana provided by the originals to make up for it.

On top of that, Xenia had set up an invisible barrier around Komer, that not only added another layer of physical protection, but actually displaced the young merchant by about two feet to the right. So if someone aimed directly at Komer, they would fail.

Similarly, the room was filled with Jyuuk's shadow cats that were watching all of this from literally every angle, ready to alert the beastman when something suspicious happened.

If something happened to Komer, then this whole thing could go to absolute shit. But with Komer's help, the treaty would be so solid that not even Samuel could get around it. There were no loopholes here at all. One of Komer's powers that related to his ability to create these contracts was centered around finding exactly those kinds of exploits in contracts.

For one, it allowed Komer to exploit contracts he had to sign, while letting him draft contracts that couldn't be broken by even the best tricksters.

Exactly when Komer cleared his throat, though, getting ready to declare the contract as valid, something happened that slightly surprised Eisen. Or rather, it confused him. Aaron took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Not in relaxation or relief, but in resignation.

It was a resignation that Eisen was more than familiar with himself. A resignation of death.

"I declare that this treaty is now in action," Komer said with a broad smile on his face, and the paper that he was holding in his hand fell apart into wisps of golden light. But Komer quickly waved his hands, producing large number of 'copies' of the treaty, "These here are copies for you to take back to your countries.

For now, it's five for each country or clan, but if you would like some more, then please let me know."

Komer started walking around the table, handing out the copies, while one of the envoys seemed nothing but confused.

"Aaron. Everything alright?" Eisen asked. For the first time since they have been paying attention to him, the originals were noticing a genuine, physical, and visceral reaction from the young prince. He turned toward Eisen, slowly nodding.

"Yeah... everything is fine, I think the pressure from the past few days is just catching up to me right now," Aaron responded, and Eisen felt a wave of discomfort rush through him. It was a signal that Komer was lying. That definitely wasn't the only reason.

"Hm, alright. In that case, let me-"

A message appeared in front of Eisen. It was an emergency message sent through the Knight system. The half-dragon knights were the only ones that could send messages to Eisen directly. Kiron was the head of all knights of Asgard, and each of the other half-dragons was the head of their respective knight order.

There weren't many members in each just yet, but the ones that had been properly knighted and placed into those orders were now able to send messages to their direct superiors. And in certain cases, the half-dragon knights were able to directly forward a message to Eisen.

Since they didn't want to worry the envoys, it seemed that the half-dragon knights did this instead of walk up to Eisen, since this was much simpler for him to get a grasp of the situation.

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Emergency: Lord Silber has been deeply injured in the act of protecting the meeting hall

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Immediately, Eisen jumped up from his seat, "If you would all excuse me, there is something I have to take care of. We will end the day with some good food and a proper celebration in just a moment, so please stay here and rest well.

Now that the treaty was active, Eisen had no need to worry about the envoys anymore. Any one of them that now tried to do something against the others was going to end up having whatever country or clan they represented become the target of all other member countries. There was no way anyone was dumb enough to do that.

"Ambriel, Satel, with me," the old man said immediately, trying not to yell. The angel and devil duo glanced at each other confused, and the other originals seemed just as unsure what was going on.

Kiron quickly went to fill them in with a quiet whisper, but before they all understood the gist of it, Eisen had already slammed the hall's door shut behind him again.

"Yo, what's going on?" Satel asked, flapping his wings to push themself forward in an attempt to keep up with Eisen's speed. Similarly, Ambriel was in the process of starting flight so that they wouldn't be left behind.

"You two can use powerful healing, right?"

"Uh... I guess so? Ambriel's is more straightforward, holy stuff and all, but mine is a little more peculiar. If you're fine with that, then-" Satel pointed out, but Eisen interrupted them.

"Anything is fine. You just need to supplement the potions I'm about to give to my brother anyway," the old man said, spotting a small group of knights that was rushing toward him.

"Your Majesty! Please, your brother is outside the castle, he fended off some kind of attack! It looked like a spell of some sort!"

"An attack that could damage him to that degree? Seriously?" Eisen asked, just speeding up as he walked. The knights were practically sprinting to try and keep up with him, but Eisen really didn't have any time to think about that all too much. He just listened to their explanation of where Silber was and then headed there immediately. Though, he probably wasn't walking as fast as he could have.

Eisen was scared; scared to lose his brother again, though he had only just recently actually remembered him. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Silber had to forfeit the life that was only just returned to him not all too long ago.

Eisen stepped out of the back of the building, approaching the towering pillar that Silber was currently sitting against. He was at his largest size; his current 'default'. It was much bigger than Eisen's largest state, though still much smaller than what Silber was keeping up as the 'God of the Mountain'.

The old man shot up in size and flew up to his brother, who had some mages and clerics surrounding him, trying to heal him. But Eisen knew that they wouldn't be able to do anything about this. No matter how powerful Ambriel and Satel's healing was, they wouldn't be able to help Silber.

The entire right half of his body was practically torn off. His arm was completely gone, and his right leg was practically just bone. His ribs were poking out through scorched, blackened flesh, and the parts of his body that were in relatively 'okay' condition were severely burnt.

Eisen made eye-contact with his younger brother, and tears streamed down his face. But his growing anger and fury faded almost immediately when he heard Silber's pained voice whispering out. The old man immediately moved closer, placing his ear toward his brother's mouth, who slowly whispered out something rather unexpected.

"Eisen... tame me."