My Kingdom Building Done Right!

"Leone, what are your plans for the future?" Gundar asked the young man, who had been quite busy as of late.

"It depends on what the Bonegnash Tribe will do," Leone replied. "Frankly, I have no plans at the moment. However, if they are allowed to walk free from this incident, I plan to take action."

"And that action is?" Gundar arched an eyebrow.

Leone didn’t reply. He simply smiled, which made the great shaman of the Borderlands sigh.

"Don’t worry," Gundar stated. "I assure you that Osteon will pay for his crimes. I’ll personally see to it."

"That puts my heart at ease, Great Uncle."

"Does it really put your heart at ease? For some reason, I feel like you have been purposely avoiding me since my arrival."

Leone firmly shook his head. "It’s not like that, Great Uncle. It’s just that... you are always with Hagen, and I don’t really want to talk to him unless absolutely necessary."

Gundar gave Leone a long and hard look to see if he was lying. The young man didn’t avert his gaze and met the old man’s gaze head-on.

Their staring match lasted for half a minute before Gundar heaved out a deep sigh.

"It’s quite unfortunate that the alliance between our tribes ended up like this." Gundar looked very apologetic because the Grimhowl Tribe had failed to uphold their part in the alliance.

As the one who initiated the alliance, Gundar’s disappointment was greater than anyone else’s.

"You must have sensed it, right?" Gundar waved his hand, casting a spell to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation. "Hagen thinks of you as a threat."

"Yes," Leone admitted. "Back then, he didn’t think much of me. But now... I am a thorn in his path."

Gundar was about to tell Leone that it was not too late for the Grimhowl Tribe and the Aslan Tribe to form a strong bond.

However, after seeing the young man’s determined gaze, the great shaman decided to keep his lips shut.

After all, no one in the Borderlands knew Hagen better than Gundar did. He knew how ambitious his chieftain could be.

He knew how cruel he was.

He also knew that Hagen would not hesitate to do everything in his power to reach his ultimate goal of becoming the Barbarian King of the Borderlands.

"Leone, tell me," Gundar said softly. "Are you serious about becoming a King?"

"Yes," Leone replied.

"Even if it means that the two of us would have to face each other as enemies?"

"Great Uncle, it will not be the Aslan Tribe who will throw the gauntlet first. I also believe that you won’t have the heart to harm me."

"And what makes you think that I won’t?" Gundar arched an eyebrow at those words.

"I just know it," Leone replied without hesitation. "I also know that you and Hagen don’t share the same vision anymore."

Gundar didn’t reply. He didn’t want to admit it, but somewhere along the way, he and Hagen had chosen different paths.

If not for his loyalty to the Grimhowl Tribe, he would have already left and used the remaining years of his life to travel the world.

"Great Uncle, how about you? What are your future plans?" Leone asked. "How about you jump to my ship instead? It’s very comfortable here."

"I knew you’d say that." Gundar ruffled the young man’s hair. "But I can’t. I have promises to keep."

Leone combed his hair with his hands in order to fix it a bit, giving the great shaman a look of injustice.

"Great Uncle, it may not happen now," Leone said in a solemn tone. "But if Hagen really wishes to become the Barbarian King, he wouldn’t leave us alone. Of course, we will not sit by and let him have his way. I hope that when that day comes, you will only watch from the side."

"...I can’t promise anything." Gundar shook his head. "I am bound by my oath to the founder of the Grimhowl Tribe. However, I don’t want to fight you, Leone. I truly don’t."

"I know, Great Uncle." Leone sighed. "I don’t want to fight you either."

Truth be told, Leone was hoping that the Grimhowl Tribe and the Warclaw Tribe would duke it out with each other and leave him alone.

Unfortunately, this was no longer possible.

They had seen what the Aslan Tribe could do, after all.

While the Warclaw Tribe showed a more favorable approach toward Leone, the bridge that connected the Grimhowl Tribe and the Aslan Tribe had been cut off.

None of the Aslanians wished to pursue this broken alliance.

Naturally, Leone shared the same opinion.

It was rather ironic. Who would’ve expected that the Darkmane Tribe, who had warred against them, had a higher chance of wholeheartedly allying with the Aslan Tribe?

The two tribes, which had been in each other’s throats for weeks, had gone through the baptism of fire during the monster stampede.

Both tribes had fought side by side in this war.

Leone had even led a team to help save Troy from the Monster King.

The warriors of the Darkmane Tribe had seen this during the battle.

His action made the warriors admire and respect the Aslan Tribe, whom they had recognized as a worthy foe.

Plus, while Leone didn’t state it publicly, his actions were enough to show everyone that he was giving the Darkmane Tribe all the support that they needed.

Troy had confessed the things that he and Leone talked about to his warriors.

At first, they didn’t believe it when their chieftain said that Darkmane City was no more. However, when Troy reminded them that they were at war with the Aslan Tribe, they finally calmed down a bit.

He was right.

They were at war.

Since they were at war, the Darkmane Tribe had to also be prepared to suffer losses.

They had come to Grimjaw Mountain to annihilate the Aslan Tribe and destroy their home.

Since they had come to destroy, then they must be prepared to be destroyed as well.

Although they were angry about losing their home, they understood that this was just how things went when you waged war on another tribe.

The only saving grace was that there had been no casualties in the fire. Sure, some were injured, but no one died.

However, upon hearing that their people were taken by the Bonegnash Tribe, their expressions changed immediately.

They were now aware that the mastermind behind the monster stampede was the Bonegnash Tribe.

And now that they had taken their people, the Darkmane Tribe wouldn’t take this lying down.

They now had found someone to vent their frustrations on, and the Bonegnash Tribe would suffer their wrath if their families weren’t returned to them.

"We leave after two days, Leone," Gundar stated. "But Elias asked his father if he could stay here until the Tribal Gathering starts."

"Elias?" Leone frowned. "Does he plan to spy on us for a while?"

"Probably," Gundar admitted. "Hagen also asked me to pass this message on to you, hoping you will agree to it."

The young chieftain crossed his arms over his chest as he pondered an appropriate answer.

Vlad came to see him a few hours ago to tell him that he also planned to stay in the Aslan Tribe until the Tribal Gathering.

Since Leone liked the youngster, he didn’t mind agreeing to his request. There was also the matter with Tianna, which would be decided by Godwin.

"How should I handle this, Great Uncle?" Leone asked. "Should I reject Elias, or should I agree to his request?"

"You decide," Gundar replied.

The great shaman didn’t want to use his relationship with Leone to force him into accepting Elias’ request.

After careful consideration, Leone decided to let Elias stay.

He had two reasons behind this decision.

First, Elias was one of the heirs of the Grimhowl Tribe. After spending time with him and Marcus, Leone preferred the scholarly man over his muscle-brained brother.

Second, even if the reason Elias stayed was to spy on him, the things he would see were only those which Leone would allow him. Nothing beyond the surface.

After all, the true secrets of the Aslan Tribe were found deep inside the mountain.

A place not Elias’ gaze could reach.

Little did Leone know that Elias’ real reason for staying had nothing to do with spying.

No.

Elias purely wanted to learn more about Leone and observe how he grew the Aslan Tribe.

Elias believed that if he could watch Leone build his kingdom from scratch, he would become more aware of the things that he took for granted in the past.

Elias took Gundar’s words seriously.

All the things he had now were indeed handed to him by his father. None of them were earned through his own efforts.

In a way, he was also similar to Vlad.

The teenager idolized Leone because he had gained so many achievements at such a young age.

Elias had to admit that even with all the resources he could have as an heir, he couldn’t have accomplished as much as Leone in the short time he was exiled to the Borderlands.

He hoped to learn a thing or two from the young man, who was a few years younger than him.

After giving his reply to Gundar, the great shaman thanked Leone and finally took his leave.

Leone watched the shaman’s retreating back with a complicated gaze.

He felt a little guilty because he didn’t tell Gundar about his agreement with the chieftain of the Sandreaver Tribe, Malik.

Once the matter of the Bonegnash Tribe was settled, he would set out on a journey to visit the Sandreaver Tribe’s territory.

He was hoping that by meeting their True Guardian, an Earth Dragon, he would learn more about the Dragon Race.

A race that stood at the apex of the world, making everyone bow down to their will.

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