The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 252 - 11: Ready to Strike (Part 2)_2

Chapter 252: Chapter 11: Ready to Strike (Part 2)_2

"Lord, do you mean to say that our Leon cannot survive or sustain itself?" His complexion changed slightly, but upon seeing the look in Komer’s eyes devoid of any disdain, the Half-Beastman couldn’t help but lower his head in thought before finally asking such a question.

"Yes, if Leon is in your hands, it won’t be able to hold on, but if it were the Homer Army that took over Leon, Leon could survive." Komer nodded indifferently without a hint of change in his tone.

"Oh, why? What’s the difference?" The Half-Beastman’s expression changed again, becoming somewhat unsightly.

"It’s quite simple, The Kingdom of Nicosia is a Mortal Country, and Leon is just a piece of land under a province of the kingdom. No one would tolerate such a regime. Although you have achieved temporary success, it will not last long; it may even be very short-lived. Perhaps Homer is preoccupied with other matters for the moment, but once those other issues are resolved, they will find time to deal with you. Furthermore, due to its unique geographical environment and soil conditions, Leon has an inherent fatal weakness. Military measures may not even be necessary—to simply block off Leon’s connection with the outside world would be enough. Without much delay, you would fall into a state of having no food to eat." Komer spoke with an unexpected gentleness, yet his words were profoundly cruel.

"Are you saying, Lord, that you too would cut off our food supply?" The Half-Beastman looked intently, staring at Komer’s face.

"Mr. Dragumo, please don’t look at me in that way. I’ve proven my stance through my actions. However, you should be aware that the Caucasus currently doesn’t produce enough food to even satisfy its own citizens. The food I provided for Leon until now has been brought back by sea through various means and then sent to Leon. Once Homer, or even the kingdom, completely blocks the sea routes of the Caucasus or restricts food input, what will I have to supply you with?" Komer spread his hands, appearing very sincere.

"Lord, I have already expressed our respect for you. If you are willing, we hope you can become the new Lord of Leon. As for the legal issues or food issues you mentioned, I firmly believe that with your capabilities, these problems can be solved easily." The Half-Beastman’s earnest gaze fell upon Komer like a beam of light, making Komer feel a twinge of guilt deep inside. It felt somewhat criminal to play mind games with these simple Half-Beastmen.

"We do not wish to live in dark days without sunlight any longer. Our demands are very low; we only need the most basic guarantee of survival. If we can’t even have that, then we’d rather choose to die in battle! But Lord, you are different. I have heard of your kindness and fairness toward our Half-Beastmen in your own territory. Therefore, we hope you can lend us a hand."

Confronted with the other’s intense gaze, Komer remained silent for a while before he slowly said, "Mr. Dragumo, your devotion to your kin moves me deeply, and I am very willing to help you. However, as far as I am aware, your stance doesn’t seem to have unanimous support within your own ranks. Your comrades don’t seem to like my involvement in the affairs of the Leon Region, except, of course, when they need my help."

Komer’s words carried a tinge of irony. Maha Gummi’s intelligence system was highly effective; the meetings those Half-Beastmen held, which started in noise and ended in a power struggle without resolution, did not surprise him. Dragumo indeed proposed in upper echelons meetings the idea of temporarily letting Leon affiliate with the Caucasus, having Komer help to mediate between Leon and the kingdom—a compromise proposal, but it was unanimously rejected by the others. They believed that Leon should be managed and controlled by its own people and that outsiders need not interfere. They, of course, advocated for strengthening trade with the Caucasus, especially in hopes that the Caucasus would guarantee their food supply as before.

The embarrassed Half-Beastman hadn’t expected that the other party was aware of even this situation, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. After a struggle, he said with difficulty, "Lord, indeed, there are some hot-headed and irrational people among my companions, but they are just temporarily blinded by immediate gains. Please give me a little time. I believe I can convince them."

Even the Half-Beastman felt his own words lacked persuasiveness. His suggestion was seen as treachery, and those short-sighted ones were ostracizing him instead. He felt so disheartened that he even thought about withdrawing from the affairs of power struggle. If not for Maha Gummi seeking him out, he may have already stopped caring about these matters.

"Let’s not kid ourselves, Mr. Dragumo. I am fully aware of your predicament. Your companions seem to have no idea that waging war and governance are completely different matters. Maybe you can defeat the Homer Army, but if you’re without food, weapons, or armor, and with so many ordinary people needing food and shelter in addition to the army, do they think these citizens don’t need to eat?" Komer shook his head and comforted him, "I understand your feelings, but some people must learn their lesson the hard way before they can truly wake up to reality’s harshness."

"Lord, Mr. Dragumo came to you today to beg for a chance for the people of Leon. We need your help. If you don’t help us, then nobody else ever will." The Half-Beastman’s angular face showed a pang of agony, revealing his genuine concern for his kin. Without food, maybe without even a fight, all of Leon would once again submit to the feet of those cruel and vicious Homer Nobles. But Leon’s soil determines it all; the food produced locally only satisfies one-third of the needs. Where would the rest of the food come from? And now, those in power among his own kind seemed to be wholly immersed in the struggle for power and wealth, causing a great commotion over the division of land and riches, utterly oblivious to the looming crisis. How long can such a situation last? At the thought, Dragumo foresaw nothing but darkness ahead.