Silveea
Silveea was sure she’d made the right choice immediately after their first battle with the Life Tree Empire.
There had only been one general among the elf forces around the inheritance, an archer with an excellent life element detection skill capable of easily noticing her or any of the two thousand assassins she’d brought to the inheritance site, but Havina used her illusions to take on the form of an elf and, while the forces of the Kingdom of Night started a frontal assault, she mixed in with the enemy forces.
Then, during the assault, the elves quickly moved into a formation designed to protect their general and allow his archery to control the battlefield, but, before he could get in position, Havina arrived there first, summoned the sword of the undead leader without anyone noticing, and dropped it on the ground before moving 20 meters away to join a group of elf spearmen, having somehow gotten one of the elves’ spears while moving through their forces.
She then telekinetically controlled the undead leader’s sword when the elf general was focused on his bow and used it to cut off his head.
Through the use of her shadow path Law Egg merged into her telekinesis, it was nearly impossible to tell she was the one controlling the blade, and she then used it to kill 12 other people before having it attack the group she’d joined.
Even while controlling the blade, she perfectly acted the part of someone trying to protect herself from the sword, and, when everyone else in her group was dead, she acted like she was running away, having the blade chase her behind a tent where both she and the blade disappeared, allowing her to secretly bury Omalia Gale’s body and hide the documents and artifacts from the woman’s room in the general’s tent as she and Silveea had planned.
Silveea saw the skillful assassination with her Hawk Eye skill, which allowed her to focus her vision like a telescope, and it was somewhat terrifying.
Granted, Havina, even if she were the same age as Silveea herself, would only be a second or third rate talent in the Palazin Galaxy Cluster, but compared to a fourth rate talent like Silveea and most of the leaders and generals of the invasion forces, she was a monster.
Havina was nothing compared to Isaiah Gale, however. During that first fight, even with the thousands participating from the Flare Clan, Gale Clan, and Kingdom of Night forces, overwhelming the elves in numbers three to one, he alone killed over 300 people despite the combat being incredibly short. And Silveea was very, very glad the half dragon was left behind to guard the Gale Clan’s Pillar of Conquest.
Over the next month, they traveled to the three Pillars of Conquest owned by the Life Tree Empire’s forces and didn’t allow any of the elves to escape, Silveea’s idea of bringing thousands of assassin class cultivators showing its use.
The Gale Clan had heavily invested in being able to take over Hira, and they brought out enough Spacetime Sealing Scrolls to seal all the Pillars of Conquest on the world for three months. Each scroll would only work for half a month’s time, and had to be used within 129 meters of a Pillar of Conquest, but the effects were instant and Silveea’s death-sworn were able to successfully activate the scrolls twice on all targets, blocking any information of their actions from getting off planet.
She’d confirmed the undead’s Pillar of Conquest had been taken over by a native, so she was able to save two of the scrolls given by the Gale Clan thanks to Havina’s work, and, as the Kindar Raiders had abandoned their pillar, she didn’t have to sacrifice any death-sworn to disable their communication either.
Disabling the pillars of the Gale Clan, the Flare Clan, and her own had been left up to the individual forces, but she did use a few assassins to confirm the Gale Clan and Flare Clan followed through.
In the three battles against the elves, Havina proved her worth further, personally taking out all three of the elf leaders and killing more than half of the generals, but the Gale Clan and the Flare Clan hadn’t noticed despite all three forces fighting together.
Silveea had given Havina the identity of her personal assistant, claiming she was a commoner talent who’d stood out during the early stages of the invasion, and Havina had changed her face and body to look like a beautiful 18-year-old to match the story.
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Havina spent most of her time following Silveea around as a result, even coming to strategy meetings, and, every time she ‘nervously’ opened her mouth to speak, her true age shone through and she greatly helped reduce their mistakes while also subtly pushing more responsibility, and thus losses, onto the forces of the two clans.
For fun, she also somehow had Civilax Co, Silveea’s mage general, and Jameel Fa, Silveea’s healer general, as well as quite a few of Silveea’s high level soldiers, eating out of the palm of her hands.
At first it was a little worrisome to Silveea, but she quickly realized Havina was manipulating the men under her into relationships with other women rather than herself, so she didn’t discourage it. A better sense of closeness between her subordinates and the woman would only be beneficial.
The elves hadn’t invested much at all in Hira, not having had any idea about the inheritance before their arrival, so they ended up being quite a bit easier opponents than everyone had been expecting, and the members of the alliance started relaxing a bit too much.
It was first noticeable when they lost over 1,000 cultivators to the force of the Albatino Merchant Union. The merchants had brought quite a few magic grenades and the alliance made the mistake of attacking them directly.
The true problem, however, started when they went after the Quill Clan, the first of the subordinate forces of the Amoranth Kingdom, the Kingdom of Night’s greatest rival.
“Are you saying the entire river was poisoned?” Silveea glared at Jameel Fa, who was looking down at the ground in the tent they brought around as a strategy room. “And we somehow didn’t detect that?”
Everyone in the room—Jameel, Silveea, and Civilax; Ava and Aleron Gale; Hogar Flare and the general he’d brought with him; even Havina—they’d all been poisoned and were experiencing great pain in their stomachs. And the same was true for over two thirds of their forces, yet there wasn’t anything they could do about it.
Poisons and biological weapons were quite common in warfare and it wasn’t until the middle of D rank that they generally became useless. But, for invasions of worlds undergoing apocalypse style integrations, the cost of bringing in such weapons was astronomical, as were the tools necessary to make them after arriving.
The general goal of an invasion was to train a force’s young talents, so such weapons were incredibly uncommon. Still, though, she’d brought Jameel to help make sure this type of thing would never happen, and the Gale and Flare Clans both had their own experts of the type as well.
She was afraid the Quill Clan would attack them while they were vulnerable, or worse, all three forces from the Amoranth Kingdom.
But the reality was much worse.
Jameel, still looking down at the ground, pulled out what looked like a piece of paper from his belt and threw it to the ground. It wasn’t a piece of paper, however. It was a talisman. And, if she read it right, it was a spatial coordinates transmission talisman.
Just as she understood what was about to happen, a flash of light appeared and the talisman burnt up.
Then the room had more people in it, ten of them.
Their skin was slightly more red than the people of the Kingdom of Night, and they all had larger noses. Their hair and eyes, however, came in three distinct varieties. There was the leader of the Quill Clan and his three generals wielding swords, with short black hair and nearly black eyes, all on the path of the ink sword. There were the three generals of the Vol Clan wielding spears, with icy blue hair and cold gray eyes, all on the path of the snow spear. And there was Prince Tomin Amoranth and two of his followers, all with dark brown hair and normal brown eyes, their features not influenced by a bloodline.
Tomin was holding a sword, one that was at least Epic grade given how much mana was flowing through it, and he seemed to be following the Amoranth Kingdom’s path of the mana blade. One of his generals, the only female among the ten, was wearing a loose dress, and it was hard to look away from her, so it seemed she was on some kind of charm path. Finally, the other general was holding a staff and wearing a gray robe with a silver trim, scarily on the path of a space mage.
“Silveea, Silveea, Silveea.” Tomin smiled at her as he placed his free hand on Jameel’s shoulder, the latter man standing between Tomin and the female general, looking at the general as if she was a goddess. “I didn’t think you would fall for such a simple plan.”
“Amoranth.” Silveea growled, but there was no energy in it. She and her allies were all sick, Jameel had turned traitor, and the enemy had more numbers.
“How does it feel to be so thoroughly—”
“Tomin!” The space mage shouted, pointing at Havina who’d been sitting dejectedly at the side of the tent up until that point.
Silveea looked over at the woman, hope starting to enter her mind, but what she saw made her terrified. Seventeen black orbs appeared in the air right after the space mage shouted, controlled by the woman’s telekinesis, and she recognized them as the Albatino Merchant Union’s highest grade explosives.
They were aimed all throughout the tent, and, as soon as they fell, everyone in the tent was going to die.
The forces of the Amoranth Kingdom didn’t know that, however, and Tomin used the skill Blink, a short range teleport, to appear right in front of Havina, swinging his sword down at her head.
Havina tried to dodge right, but she wasn’t fast enough, Tomin’s sword hitting her left forearm and slicing right through.
He didn’t try to attack again, however, blinking out of the tent, and then Havina completely disappeared as well, a ripple of space magic emanating from where she’d been on the floor, and all that was left of the woman was her slowly falling left hand.