Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

’It’s happening! It’s really happening!’

If Bael weren’t in disguise at the moment, he would have cried out in joy.

He looked at Enris with a proud smile, and Enris felt like some dangerous beast was looking at him.

Enris shivered and looked around himself, but upon finding nothing strange, he mumbled, "What was that?"

"Are you saying delaying your response to the command during wartime is you keeping your dignity?" Jareb asked while frowning.

The soldiers tensed as the inevitable fight between the noble heirs loomed, and William stepped forward to stop them before things could get worse.

However, before William could even let out a word, Enris chuckled and said, "No. My dignity lies in unity."

He opened his arms wide and added, "Behind me stand the nineteen heirs of the pro-kingdom noble houses, but you two are the only ones who aren’t with us. What do you think makes us appear like?"

A few soldiers seemed to understand what Enris was trying to detail, though to Bael it was nothing but sugarcoated bullshit.

’He is making them seem rebellious to the nobility’s wishes, while what he actually wants is to play king...’ Bael remarked in his head and spoke in Jareb and Henry’s heads, who were lost for words.

<Repeat the words I say.>

Hearing his melodious voice in their heads, Jareb and Henry’s eyes widened in disbelief, but they kept their calm for now and nodded.

<I believe it makes you all appear as farsighted people, while we ourselves seem ready to jump into the battle at the call.>

The arrogant smirk vanished from the faces of Enris’s group, and Enris fell silent at the unexpected praise.

William, who was standing beside Jareb, looked at the two in surprise and thought,

’These two just labeled them as nothing but planners who stay hidden until they are sure of the gain and called themselves people who are ready to bleed for the kingdom at any point.’

He felt respect for the two nobles for their pure hearts and firm grasp of words.

’Dammit! I should’ve waited to shut them up...’ Bael sighed inwardly and mumbled while looking at William, "Sir William, I believe we can’t waste any more time standing here."

"Ah, you are right," William mumbled.

He walked before the soldiers.

The nobles and Bael also joined the soldiers, and William announced, his voice reaching to the very end of the lines.

"At the moment, we have a total of four hundred soldiers. All of you will form platoons of forty members, which will result in ten platoons, even though it sounds very low. You have to understand that this isn’t the only war camp, and more recruits are being sent to the camps every five hours."

"Our camp has the duty to oversee the east of the battlefield, so we are to check for any possible enemy infiltration. Understand?"

The soldiers slammed their fists into their chestplates and shouted in unison, "Understood!"

"Great," William nodded, and took out a horn, which he blew before saying, "Let’s go!"

He began moving, and the soldiers followed behind him.

Jareb, Henry, and Bael were obviously together, and as they walked, the two noble boys looked at Bael from the corner of their eyes.

"What is it?" He asked with a smug expression.

They looked at him with an expression that said, "You know what it is about." But still replied, "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" He muttered with an amused expression.

Henry looked at him with a deadpan expression and said, "You spoke in our heads."

"Hmm?" Bael tilted his head and mumbled with a puzzled expression, "Do you think I am stupid?"

The two looked confused, and he spat, "You two are in this together, aren’t you? To think you’d try to make fun of me!"

"What?" Their confusion deepened even further.

"What are you saying? It was clearly your voice," Henry mumbled with narrowed eyes.

"How does one even speak in someone’s head... how would that even work?" Bael mumbled under his breath.

"I haven’t even heard a nebula do that," he added before he looked at them and asked, "You sure your ears weren’t ringing?"

The two noble boys frowned and looked at each other. Even they couldn’t believe it was possible, and, seeing how Bael was acting, they were sure he wasn’t the one who had done it.

"Then who?" They whispered at the same time.

Seeing them, Bael shook his head and thought, ’It’s too early to reveal my real strength to anyone. I have to earn their trust and only then would I reveal my strength and identity.’

"Young masters, do you really wish to fight with us?" One of the soldiers of their platoon questioned with a worried expression.

Jareb and Henry looked at him and answered at the same time, "Of course. Why else would we say that then?"

"It won’t be the first time nobles have gone back on their words," said another soldier.

They frowned, and Jareb said, "Even if we do everything we can, we won’t be able to change that thought because it’s something that had been forged over decades, if not centuries, of such events."

"But we can be different. We can be exceptions to that," Henry added with determined eyes.

The soldiers nodded and looked at the two with impressed expressions.

"I truly hope you stay the same," said the first soldier.

Jareb shook his head. "We have to change. How else would we grow then? We have to change for the good."

The soldiers’ respect for them increased even further.

As Bael, no, Rion looked at them; he saw the young warriors of Dhaevrak who trained day and night to keep the people safe from the kareths and, now, the ether beasts.

’Not everyone needs to be thrown into the maw of death to become a warrior... some are born with a warrior’s heart, or should I say a noble’s heart? Haha!’