Empress' Evolution

Chapter 54: Kin

It is obvious that not all of these daemons are usable in combat, a third of the Ogres can fight, and only a quarter of Pixies can as well.

The Combat Pixies are a minority and even the newly evolved Pixies were either Praeries which made them sound like some kind of landscape variation, but no, these Praeries are Pixies not fit to become combatants but is very good at assisting the horde.

Those who evolve like so won't have any more chances of becoming a Legend Tier unless a major event happens and triggers something that will cause them to improve.

The citizens of Lilith's village have their own specializations, and they provide support in their own ways. And even though they are still in a state of infancy in terms of developing a true society of daemons, there are already standing out groups.

There are three groups in Lilith's forces that she herself established so a goal and minor segregation amongst the different kinds of daemons would form.

[The Army]: led by Chief and the strongest daemons like Killa, the Contriving Pixie Muska, they are the ones who protect the citizens and also the ones who go out to wage war against the invaders.

The Army is the group where most of the powerful youths go to and those who evolve to combat-oriented daemons all go there to train. And because evolution coincides with what daemons aspire to be, no one complains about how hard things go.

In this group, no one cares if one is a woman or a man if one is strong then someone would be able to lead. But at the moment, Chief leads everyone, none complains because not only is Chief's power increasing, even his intelligence is going up a tier.

In the group of The Army, there are talks about Lilith, their Great Priestess who is treated as the leader of the village is planning on challenging Chief so that she'll be able to claim the position of Leader without anyone complaining about her intelligence and her strength.

Chief was asked about this by Killa one night and it was said that Chief laughed for an hour. And he began sharpening his bone sword whilst mumbling something to himself.

The second group would be

[The Workers]: mostly consisting of Praeries, some Ogre variants, and some female wolves, they give support by building houses, cooking food for the whole village and the Army, weaving clothes, and as of this moment, they had even established a water channel for both farming use and drinking water.

Lilith didn't even need to do much as these workers even procured the materials to create the tools they need.

The only thing missing is a wok and a pot for the cooks and the workers would be considered much more advance than [The Army]. It was a shame but the working group has no means to procure metal so they can't start building.

But Lilith doesn't look down upon these cooks because she every night when food comes to her in a leaf plate, she can tell that they are learning how to season using various herbs. She doesn't even know what herbs they are using but holy shit is she satisfied with them.

Currently, there is no such thing as a leader because Lilith has yet to name one, but oddly enough they are going around functioning without a problem.

The third group is none other than

[The Shadow Troop]: They are the minority of all three groups; however, the respect of others doesn't lose to The Army. The reason for this is because they are under the direct command of Lilith.

Nothing more is needed to be said. They are her eyes and ears that go to the most dangerous of missions, they both scout and fight and they are currently led by the Master of the village, Dhampy, and in the eyes of everyone, if Chief was just twenty levels higher than Dhampy and not his current level, Dhampy would mop the floor of Chief.

But not everyone can get into the Shadow Troops because the screening process is handled by Dhampy and she doesn't fuck around as she knows the gravity of the situation.

And there's also the class appropriation so many is disappointed. Getting an espionage suited evolutionary trait is hard for the Ogres and the others.

This troop can be considered as the Elites, they are organized, professionals, and the source of Lilith related gossips gathered by the Vice Leader Eve herself.

So, one could already see why they are so beloved.

However, what others didn't know is that at this moment, there is an unwanted spark going off in the Shadow Troop.

As the moon watched over the Forest of Beasts and the Darkness blanketed everything, movements in the shadow were ever more present than normal.

As Sylva was garbed in a dark gold attire, she weaved through the trees and leaving golden carvings on the base of the said trees.

These carvings are one of her skills known as the Spatial Markings.

This marking is basically a mark for her spatial travel. This marking will last for three years, and when she uses Marked Teleportation, it will have a cooldown of a month.

Which is honestly impressive considering how she's only a rare-tier.

And considering her loyalty towards Lilith is already so high, she's someone who's indispensable to her boss. However, as she leaves her markings, her face is not so beautiful because of two reasons.

One, because she's moving along the shadows with a baggage in two; and two, she can't even get rid of the baggage because she'll be reprimanded.

Stopping on top of a thick branch, Luna noticed something,

"Sister, I can feel movement North East of us. There is a total of three humans going on a patrol, what should we do?"

Sylva didn't look at Luna and just looked around before coming into a decision, "We're keeping watch for the next fifteen minutes and learn their routes, but make sure you map them out, the boss head needs information as detailed as possible also, don't call me sister."

Luna waved her hand three glittering azure light appeared out of her hand. The three lights scattered up and then exploded into an almost invisible light particle.

This light flew with the wind and scattered and covered a two-hundred-meter radius area with Luna as the center. She could the surrounding area as if it was day and the incoming information from the moving humans entered her mind.

"Moon Guide." Her pupils changed to the color of the moon, a desolate silver, as she called upon its guidance.

The information consists of every physical change in that two-hundred-meter area. The movement of leaves as it dances with the wind; the weeds getting trampled by humans steps and their slow recovery, everything entered her mind and despite the continuous flow of information, she felt no discomfort whatsoever.

The information was filtered and the filtered information would then be filtered some more until only the most important information remains. She sat on the tree branch as she demanded:

"The brush pen and the pelt?"

Sylva moved her hand and grabbed something from empty space and when she retrieved her hands from empty space there were already a brush pen and a pelt that had been scribbled upon.

Sylva handed it over to Luna and she began writing on it.

As she detailed the area, she began to speak.

"Do you hate me, sister?"

"Yes, and I told you not to call me sister."

Luna's hands didn't stop even when she was talking. And their whisper-like words were soft enough that none of the humans could hear them. So, Luna continued

"Then do you hate our parents?"

"I have no parents, only people who abandoned me and had me prepared to become the sacrifice for other Pixies."

"Even if I tell you that the woman who gave birth to you lost her life after pleading to have you raised together with me? She went to our father, the Pixie Lord crying and pleading, but died under his hands."

Sylva turned to the Luna and with a passive voice, she spoke

"And I should care why? She's not someone I should care about, but if it means anything to you, after hearing your words about her, I can tell you that she's the only one I respect. Other than that, I can feel nothing else."

"You asked why you should care but I have no answer. I just thought you ought to know so that you will not condemn every Pixie. I will by your hands, you assure that to me, and to uphold my duties, I just want you to learn sympathy towards my race. My duty is to keep them alive, and when you kill me, please let that be the end."

Snorting, Sylva silently laughed!

"What do you want? We are both 10 years old and we are from the same womb but the two of us are different, I never received any teachings about complicated matters neither have I received anything from the Pixies. The Pixies taught me one thing, and one thing at all, to accept fate and die for you and give you my soulthey told me it is for the sake of the Race, but I questioned myself, are we not from the same race? So, why? Why are my kinds treated like cattle? Unlike you who lived not fearing for death, I lived with nothing but thoughts of when I will die."

"The Pixies also took my eye as they broke my limbs; I have every reason to hate you and your dirty race but do not worry, I will not kill you guys because that is the desire of the boss head. Because unlike the Pixies who supposed to care about their 'Kin' but sacrifice and condemn those different than them, she is someone who saved me even when she didn't know who I was.

"The Pixies are not my Kin, but the boss head and my sisters. I will hate you guys but I will do nothing to kill those the boss head want to save, but you, you're different, I will kill you for my sake and Sela."

Luna finished her drawings and stood up. She handed the brush pen and pelt to Sylva for safekeeping and with a smile, she bowed her head

"Thank you."

The surveying of Section 8 lasted until midnight, and as Sylva traveled with Luna more, she bit her lips as if she was in pain.

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