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## Chapter 4: Beasts and Beauties (continued)
"Above the ordinary political hierarchy stands the Walpurgis Council—ten Demon Lords of extraordinary power who establish the fundamental rules governing supernatural conflicts. Their authority is respected even by nations that otherwise share no common ground," Commander Graylash explained, his leonine features grave.
Nobunaga leaned forward, her crimson eyes gleaming with interest. "Ten individuals with authority over nations? How delightful! I approve of such concentrated power."
"It is less about traditional governance and more about preventing world-ending conflicts," the commander clarified. "Demon Lords possess such devastating abilities that unrestricted warfare between them could render entire continents uninhabitable."
"A council of deterrence, then," Artoria observed. "Similar to the Round Table in its ideal form—peers of great power agreeing to certain fundamental constraints."
Commander Graylash nodded, clearly pleased by the comparison. "An apt analogy. Though I should note that not all Demon Lords choose to participate in the Council. Some remain rogues, pursuing their own agendas outside the established order."
Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly—the first expression of genuine interest he had shown. "What qualifies one as a Demon Lord in this world? Is it a hereditary title, an achieved status, or something else entirely?"
The commander took a deep drink from his carved wooden cup before answering. "That is a complex question with no single answer. Some are born as unique existences—primordial beings with intrinsic authority. Others evolve into the status through accumulation of power, particularly through a process called Harvest Festival."
"Harvest Festival?" Morgan inquired, her calculating mind immediately seeking the mechanics behind such a system.
"A ritual evolution that requires the consumption of ten thousand souls," Graylash explained, his voice dropping lower. "It transforms the being into a True Demon Lord, granting them authority over certain fundamental aspects of reality itself."
A moment of silence followed this revelation, as even Fang Yuan's legendary servants processed the implications.
"Ten thousand souls..." Musashi murmured, her hand unconsciously tightening on her katana.
"Do not judge by your realm's standards," the commander cautioned, noting their reactions. "In our world, souls are not exclusive to humans or even sentient beings. All creatures possess souls of varying quality. Many Demon Lords achieve their evolution through battles with enemy armies or by consuming magical beasts."
"An efficient path to power," Fang Yuan commented, his voice betraying neither approval nor disapproval—merely analytical interest. "Are there observable stages to this evolution?"
Commander Graylash seemed surprised by the question. "You have keen insight into matters most outsiders wouldn't think to ask. Yes, there are distinct stages: Named Monster, Demon Lord Seed, and finally True Demon Lord. Each represents a quantum leap in both raw power and conceptual authority."
"Authority," Arcueid repeated, her crimson eyes thoughtful. "You've used that term several times. In what way do these Demon Lords exercise 'authority' beyond simple power?"
The leonine commander reached for a simple wooden cup on the table. "Perhaps a demonstration would be clearer. May I?"
Fang Yuan nodded permission.
Graylash lifted the cup, then spoke a single word in a language none of them recognized—not even Fang Yuan with his newly acquired local tongue. The cup instantly shattered into dust.
"That was not magic in the conventional sense," he explained. "It was a pale imitation of what Demon Lords can do. They possess 'Ultimate Skills'—authorities that allow them to manipulate fundamental aspects of reality. Time, space, causality, creation, destruction—concepts themselves obey their commands within their domains of authority."
This explanation captured the complete attention of every being present, including Gilgamesh, who had been affecting bored disdain throughout the briefing.
"These Ultimate Skills," Fang Yuan inquired, leaning forward slightly, "how are they acquired?"
"Various methods," Graylash replied. "Some are born with them as part of their unique existence. Others develop them through intensive cultivation of their natural abilities. The most powerful are often acquired through evolution, particularly during the Harvest Festival transformation."
"And this world's energy—'magicules' I believe they're called—how do they relate to these skills and authorities?" Fang Yuan continued, systematically exploring the power system of this new world.
The commander's expression showed growing appreciation for the depth of Fang Yuan's questions. "You truly seek fundamental understanding. Impressive." He took another sip from his cup before continuing.
"Magicules are the basic particles of magical energy in our world. All living beings contain them to varying degrees. Skills—from the most basic to Ultimate-class—are essentially crystallized patterns of magicules within the soul, allowing one to manipulate reality according to specific principles."
As Commander Graylash continued his explanation of Tensura's magical system, Raikou leaned closer to Fang Yuan, her maternal instincts apparently triggered by his intense focus on acquiring knowledge.
"My child shows such scholarly aptitude," she whispered proudly, as if commenting on a son's academic achievements rather than addressing an immortal cultivator who had bound her soul to his service. "I always knew he was gifted."
Fang Yuan ignored her completely, his attention fixed on the commander's explanations. This perfect dismissal of her existence caused several of the other servants to exchange amused glances.
"Completely immune to her maternal routine," Nobunaga snickered quietly to Arcueid. "I've seen hardened samurai break down sobbing when Raikou gives them that motherly approval."
"His emotional responses appear entirely disconnected," Arcueid observed clinically. "Not suppressed—simply absent."
While this side conversation occurred, Ishtar was holding court with several younger beastmen warriors who had been drawn to her divine radiance. The rabbit-eared scout who had first recognized her "divine essence" had apparently spread word of her presence, resulting in something of an impromptu worship session developing in her corner of the hall.
"Yes, in my realm, I command both the morning and evening star," she was explaining grandly, clearly enjoying this return to her accustomed status as an adored deity. "Warriors seek my blessing before battle, while lovers pray to me for successful unions."
"The stars hold great significance for our night hunters as well, Divine One," a fox-eared young warrior replied reverently. "Does your blessing extend to those who track by starlight?"
Ishtar's smile was radiant. "But of course! The celestial lights are all within my domain. Perhaps a small demonstration..."
With a graceful gesture, she summoned motes of golden light that danced around her fingers before expanding to form a miniature constellation above the gathered beastmen. Their gasps of wonder and appreciation clearly pleased her enormously.
"Such wisdom and power," the rabbit scout murmured, his long ears quivering with emotion. "Truly, the heavens have blessed us with your visit."
Near the entrance to the hall, Nero had engaged a group of beastman artisans in animated discussion about their crafts, her theatrical enthusiasm breaking through language barriers.
"Umu! These wood carvings possess rustic charm worthy of imperial notice!" she declared, examining an ornate ceremonial mask. "In Rome, I commissioned the greatest artists of the age to create works celebrating my divine beauty and talent, but there is honest passion in these simpler forms!"
The artisans, though initially bewildered by her grandiose manner, were clearly warming to her genuine appreciation of their work. One grizzled badger-featured woodcarver was even sketching her profile, apparently planning a commemorative mask inspired by the "imperial visitor."
Meanwhile, Artoria had drawn Commander Graylash into a side discussion about military matters, knight-to-warrior.
"Your perimeter defenses are effectively layered," she observed. "Though I notice you rely more on magical wards than physical barriers in certain sections."
The leonine commander nodded with professional respect. "Astute observation. Our eastern approach is guarded primarily by concealment and misdirection wards rather than physical fortifications. The terrain channels attackers where we want them, while magical defenses allow us to preserve the forest's integrity."
"A sound approach," Artoria approved. "Working with the natural environment rather than imposing rigid defensive structures demonstrates adaptable tactical thinking."
This professional exchange brought a proud rumble from the commander's chest. "You have military experience yourself, I perceive."
"I led armies in defense of my kingdom," Artoria replied simply.
As these various interactions unfolded throughout the hall, Morgan had positioned herself near Fang Yuan, listening intently to the continuing explanation of Tensura's magical system. Her scientific mind was already formulating potential applications and modifications to her own fairy magecraft based on this new information.
"These 'intrinsic skills' sound conceptually similar to Reality Marbles," she observed quietly to Fang Yuan. "Inner worlds imposing specific rules onto external reality."
"Similar in effect, different in fundamental mechanism," Fang Yuan replied without taking his attention from Commander Graylash. "The integration with the soul appears more complete in this system, with less separation between will and manifestation."
Morgan nodded thoughtfully. "A more elegant approach in some ways. My fairy magecraft might interface effectively with this system with proper adjustments."
The technical discussion was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the hall's entrance. A beastman scout burst in, fur bristling with alarm, and rushed to Commander Graylash's side. After urgent whispered consultation, the leonine leader rose to his feet, expression grave.
"I must apologize for the interruption," he announced to the gathered guests. "We've received reports of Eastern Empire forces approaching our border, approximately two hours' march from here. Their numbers suggest more than a routine patrol—possibly a probing force testing our defenses."
This news sent a ripple of tension through the beastmen present. Warriors straightened, hands moving instinctively to weapons, while support staff began efficient preparations for potential conflict.
Fang Yuan absorbed this development with calm calculation. "You anticipate hostile action?"
"It is... likely," Commander Graylash admitted. "They've been increasingly aggressive in recent months. If they've committed a force of the reported size, they're looking for confrontation, not merely reconnaissance."
This presented an interesting opportunity—a chance to observe this world's combat capabilities firsthand. Without hesitation, Fang Yuan made a decision.
"We will observe this encounter," he stated. "It will provide valuable insight into this world's military practices."
Several of his servants perked up at the prospect of potential combat. Nobunaga's grin turned feral, while Musashi's hand drifted to her sword hilt with anticipation. Even Artoria straightened, her warrior instincts responding to the situation.
Commander Graylash appeared momentarily surprised by this declaration. "Honored visitors, while your interest is appreciated, I must see to the defense of this outpost. The Empire's forces—"
"We will accompany your defensive operation," Fang Yuan clarified, his tone making it clear this was not a request. "Consider it an opportunity to demonstrate your kingdom's martial prowess to beings from beyond your realm."
Put in those terms, the commander could hardly refuse without losing face. He bowed deeply. "We would be honored by your observation. Though I must ask that you remain at a safe distance from any actual conflict. My responsibility for your safety is paramount."
Gilgamesh, who had remained largely silent throughout the briefing, finally spoke up with imperious disdain. "You presume that we require protection? How amusing."
"The King of Heroes makes a valid point," Nobunaga cackled, flames dancing around her fingertips in anticipation. "Perhaps we might offer a small demonstration of our own capabilities?"
Fang Yuan considered this for precisely 2.3 seconds before responding. "We will observe initially. Intervention will depend on circumstances and potential knowledge gain."
This response caused mixed reactions among his servants—disappointment from the more battle-hungry like Nobunaga and Musashi, approval from the strategically-minded like Morgan and Artoria, and complete indifference from Ishtar, who was still basking in the adoration of her growing group of beastman admirers.
"My child is so wise," Raikou beamed, reaching out to pat Fang Yuan's head only to have her hand freeze mid-motion as the binding prevented her from making contact when he subtly shifted away. Her smile didn't waver despite this rejection. "Always gathering information before committing to action."
Within thirty minutes, the entire outpost had transformed into a hive of disciplined military activity. Warriors donned armor and checked weapons, mages refreshed defensive wards, and scouts deployed to monitoring positions around the perimeter.
Commander Graylash, now clad in impressive battle armor that accentuated his leonine features, provided Fang Yuan and his servants with an elevated observation position atop the central ironwood tower.
"From here, you'll have clear views of all potential engagement zones," he explained, pointing toward the eastern approaches. "Our standard procedure is three-layered defense: first misdirection and warning wards, then ranged engagement to thin their numbers, finally close combat if they penetrate the second line."
Fang Yuan nodded, already analyzing the defensive setup with critical precision. "Efficient use of limited numbers. Your forces are well-trained."
The commander's chest swelled slightly at the praise. "The Beast Kingdom values quality over quantity. Each warrior undergoes years of training before taking a border posting."
As they settled into their observation position, Fang Yuan's servants arranged themselves according to both his subtle directions and their own preferences. Artoria and Musashi positioned themselves for optimal tactical assessment, Morgan and Durga prepared to analyze magical techniques, while the others found spots that suited their varying levels of interest in military matters.
"This should prove entertaining," Gilgamesh remarked, summoning a golden goblet filled with wine from her treasury. "Though I doubt these primitive forces will demonstrate anything worthy of the King's full attention."
"Don't underestimate native fighting forces adapted to their environment," Nobunaga cautioned, surprising the others with her serious tactical assessment. "When I conquered Japan, local clans with inferior weapons often employed terrain and weather to devastating effect."
"A valid observation," Artoria agreed. "Commander Graylash strikes me as a capable leader who maximizes his advantages."
As they waited for the Eastern Empire forces to make contact, Fang Yuan used the opportunity to continue extracting information from the commander.
"These Empire forces—what is their typical composition and tactical approach?"
Commander Graylash's expression darkened. "Their standard border force consists of heavily armored infantry supported by battle-mages. They rely on magical superiority and disciplined formations rather than individual combat prowess. Their typical approach is straightforward—magical bombardment to weaken defenses, followed by infantry advance in shield formations."
"And their commander?" Fang Yuan pressed.
"If the force is as large as reported, likely a Knight-Captain or perhaps even a Knight-Commander," Graylash replied. "Imperial Knights are their elite—highly trained in both magical and physical combat, often equipped with enhanced weapons and armor."
This information was filed away in Fang Yuan's perfect memory, another piece in his growing understanding of this world's power structures.
The waiting ended abruptly when magical signals flashed from the perimeter—coded light pulses that the beastmen clearly recognized as warning signs.
"First line of wards has been triggered," Commander Graylash announced, his voice shifting to battlefield command mode. "They're approaching from the southeastern passage, as expected."
Through enhanced vision granted by his cultivated spiritual essence, Fang Yuan could observe the approaching force even at this distance—approximately two hundred soldiers in imperial regalia, marching in precise formation behind magical shields projected by battle-mages at regular intervals. At their head rode a figure in ornate armor atop a mount that appeared to be a magically-enhanced warhorse, its hooves burning with arcane energy.
"Knight-Commander Velarius," Graylash identified with a low growl. "Ambitious and ruthless, even by Empire standards. His presence confirms this is no routine patrol."
The imperial forces advanced steadily until they reached an invisible line approximately five hundred meters from the outpost's physical perimeter. There they halted in perfect formation, the Knight-Commander riding slightly forward.
"They're within range of our long-distance communication array," Commander Graylash explained. "Standard procedure dictates we offer formal warning before engagement."
A beastman mage stepped forward on their side, casting a spell that projected his commander's voice across the distance.
"Imperial forces, you approach a sovereign outpost of the Beast Kingdom of Eurazania," Graylash's amplified voice boomed. "State your purpose or withdraw beyond the boundary markers."
The response came quickly—the Knight-Commander's voice similarly enhanced by imperial magic.
"By authority of His Imperial Majesty Ludra the Thirteenth, we claim these territories as part of the Eastern Empire's rightful domain," the human commander announced with practiced arrogance. "Your presence constitutes illegal occupation of imperial lands. Surrender your position or face the consequences."
"A transparent pretext for aggression," Artoria observed quietly. "These are clearly established borders."
Commander Graylash's reply was firm and uncompromising. "This outpost has stood for three generations on lands recognized as Eurazanian territory by all established treaties. Your claim is without merit or historical basis. Withdraw your forces or we will defend our sovereign territory."
The Knight-Commander made a dismissive gesture. "Beasts citing treaties? How droll. Prepare yourselves."
With that brief exchange completed, the imperial forces began their assault. Battle-mages stepped forward, channeling energy through staff-like foci to launch synchronized fireballs toward the outpost's outer defensive wards.
The magical projectiles impacted against invisible barriers, creating spectacular displays of colliding energies. Most dissipated harmlessly, but a few penetrated, striking trees and unoccupied ground within the first defensive perimeter.
"Their magical output has increased since our last encounter," Commander Graylash noted with professional concern. "They've committed significant resources to this incursion."
"Yet they lead with a predictable opening," Morgan observed. "Testing defenses without committing their full strength."
The next phase of the imperial assault demonstrated more tactical sophistication. Rather than continuing the frontal magical bombardment, smaller groups of soldiers began moving through the underbrush on both flanks, while specialized mages cast spells that seemed designed to identify and neutralize specific defensive wards.
"Counter-warding specialists," Graylash growled. "They've studied our defensive layouts."
The beastmen responded with impressive coordination. Archers positioned in concealed blinds revealed themselves, loosing volleys of arrows enhanced with magical effects—some exploding on impact, others creating entangling plant growth, several seemingly designed to disrupt magical concentrations.
"Elegant application of natural magics," Durga commented, her cosmic eyes tracking the energy patterns. "They enhance existing properties rather than imposing entirely new effects."
The battle escalated quickly as imperial forces pushed through the first defensive line. Close-combat beastman warriors moved to engage the flanking forces, while defensive mages worked to reinforce failing wards under the guidance of Commander Graylash's barked orders.
From their observation point, Fang Yuan and his servants had a comprehensive view of the unfolding conflict. It was a valuable opportunity to assess this world's combat capabilities firsthand, and Fang Yuan absorbed every detail with clinical precision.
"Their offensive magic focuses on elemental manipulation rather than conceptual effects," he noted. "Efficient but limited in scope."
"The beastmen compensate for numerical disadvantage with superior mobility and environmental adaptation," Artoria observed. "Classic asymmetric warfare approach."
"The imperial commander is overconfident," Musashi added. "His forces' right flank is extending beyond supporting range."
As these professional assessments continued, the battle below intensified. Imperial soldiers had breached the second defensive line in several places, forcing beastman defenders into direct combat. Though the Beast Kingdom warriors demonstrated superior individual fighting skills, the imperial forces' numbers and coordination were gradually pushing them back.
Commander Graylash, observing from beside Fang Yuan, was clearly concerned but maintained professional composure. "They've committed more forces than anticipated. This is beyond a normal border probing action."
Just as it seemed the battle might turn decisively against the defenders, a new element entered the conflict. From the northwestern forest approach came a thunderous roar that physically shook the entire battlefield. Imperial soldiers froze momentarily, many covering their ears in pain.
"Reinforcements," Commander Graylash explained, visible relief in his expression. "Sub-Commander Karim arrives with the reserve force."
A group of elite beastman warriors burst from the forest edge, led by a massive tiger-featured commander whose roar had disrupted the imperial advance. These fresh defenders immediately engaged the imperial forces' exposed flank, their coordinated assault creating chaos in the previously orderly human formations.
"The tide turns," Artoria noted with professional appreciation. "A well-timed counterattack."
The imperial Knight-Commander, recognizing the shifting momentum, ordered a tactical repositioning. His forces began a disciplined withdrawal toward more defensible ground, battle-mages providing covering fire with increasingly destructive spells.
Throughout the battle, Fang Yuan had remained impassive, observing without comment as the conflict unfolded. Now, however, he turned to address his servants.
"We have gathered sufficient observational data," he stated. "Intervention would provide additional insight into how this world's combatants respond to unfamiliar powers."
This statement sent a ripple of anticipation through several of his servants. Nobunaga's grin turned predatory, while Musashi's hand moved to her sword hilt with barely contained excitement.
"What form of intervention do you propose, Master?" Morgan inquired, always the strategist.
"A measured display," Fang Yuan replied. "Enough to affect the battle's outcome without revealing our full capabilities." He turned to the servant he deemed most appropriate for this demonstration. "Ishtar. You will provide aerial support to the beastmen defenders. Limit yourself to moderate displays of divine power."
The goddess, who had been watching the battle with mild interest while basking in the awed whispers of her beastman admirers, straightened with surprise at being selected.
"Me? Not one of your combat specialists?" she asked, gesturing toward Nobunaga or Musashi.
"Your celestial association aligns with their religious beliefs," Fang Yuan explained pragmatically. "The psychological impact will be maximized."
Ishtar's surprise quickly transformed into smug satisfaction. "Well, of course. A wise choice." She turned to her beastman admirers with a radiant smile. "Observe, faithful ones, as your goddess demonstrates her divine favor."
Rising gracefully into the air, Ishtar hovered above the observation platform, her divine aura manifesting as a golden nimbus that grew increasingly brilliant. The beastmen throughout the outpost stared in awe, many dropping to their knees in spontaneous worship.
"Behold the power of the divine!" she proclaimed, raising her arms dramatically. Golden light coalesced around her, forming into ornate bow and arrow constructs of pure divine energy.
With perfect theatrical timing, she loosed a volley of light arrows into the sky. Rather than striking directly at the imperial forces, the arrows burst high above the battlefield, raining down golden light that somehow avoided the beastmen while searing the imperial soldiers with divine flames.
The effect on both sides was instantaneous and dramatic. The beastmen roared with renewed vigor, many crying out praises to the "Moon Sovereign" as they pressed their advantage. The imperial forces, already on the defensive, fell into disarray at this apparent divine intervention.
"A touch theatrical," Gilgamesh critiqued from her comfortable observation position, "but effective enough for these primitives."
"The goddess knows how to play to an audience," Nero approved, herself an expert in public spectacle. "Such magnificent staging deserves imperial recognition!"
Ishtar's divine bombardment continued for several minutes, strategically targeted to disrupt imperial formations without causing total annihilation. The Knight-Commander, after witnessing several of his elite guards reduced to ash by golden light, finally ordered a full retreat.
The imperial forces withdrew in as much order as they could maintain, while beastman warriors roared victory cries and offered worshipful gestures toward their divine savior floating above the ironwood tower.
When the last imperial soldiers had disappeared into the forest, Ishtar descended with deliberate grace to the observation platform, her expression one of supreme self-satisfaction.
"A goddess's work is never done," she declared, accepting the adoration of both her fellow servants and the gathered beastmen with practiced magnanimity. "Though I barely exerted myself. Had I unleashed my full divine might, not even ashes would remain of those presumptuous mortals."
Fang Yuan's assessment was more clinical. "Your intervention provided valuable data on how this world's combatants respond to unfamiliar power expressions. The religious association amplified the psychological impact as anticipated."
This pragmatic evaluation momentarily deflated Ishtar's triumphant mood, but the continuing adoration from the beastmen quickly restored her good humor.
Commander Graylash approached their observation platform, dropping to one knee before Ishtar with profound reverence.
"Divine One, words cannot express our gratitude for your celestial intervention," he intoned formally. "The Beast Kingdom stands in your debt."
"Rise, faithful warrior," Ishtar replied with perfect divine condescension. "Your forces fought with valor worthy of my notice. I merely added my blessing to worthy efforts already underway."
This gracious acknowledgment clearly pleased the commander, who rose with renewed pride. "This day will be remembered in Beast Kingdom lore for generations to come. The day the Moon Sovereign manifested to ## Chapter 4: Beasts and Beauties (continued)
"This day will be remembered in Beast Kingdom lore for generations to come. The day the Moon Sovereign manifested to defend our borders," Commander Graylash declared, his leonine features alight with religious fervor. "A sacred tale that will be carved into our ancestral pillars!"
Ishtar's radiant smile grew even more luminous at this promise of immortalization. "As is only appropriate," she agreed magnanimously. "Divine interventions should be properly commemorated."
While this exchange of adoration continued, Fang Yuan had already turned his attention to the battlefield, analyzing the aftermath with calculating precision.
"The imperial forces employed seven distinct magical elements," he observed to Morgan and Durga, who had joined him at the edge of the platform. "Their offensive spells showed standardization indicative of formalized magical education rather than individualized development."
"Military efficiency over creative expression," Morgan agreed, her fairy eyes picking out details others might miss. "Their battle formations were designed to maximize spell synergy between casters."
"Yet they were inflexible when confronted with unexpected variables," Durga added, her cosmic perspective encompassing the entire engagement. "Their retreat patterns revealed hierarchical command structures with minimal individual initiative."
This technical discussion continued while the beastmen below celebrated their victory, warriors returning from the battlefield to be greeted with triumphant roars and healing ministrations. The sub-commander—the tiger-featured Karim whose timely arrival had helped turn the tide—approached the central tower, his battle-worn armor still smoking from imperial spellfire.
"Commander! The Empire's forces retreat beyond the boundary stones," he reported formally, though his eyes constantly darted toward Ishtar with religious wonder. "Our scouts track their withdrawal, but maintain safe distance as ordered."
"Excellent work, Karim," Commander Graylash acknowledged. "Casualties?"
"Seven wounded, none critically. No confirmed losses," the sub-commander reported with evident pride. "The Moon Sovereign's blessing protected our warriors from mortal harm."
Ishtar, overhearing this attribution, nodded regally. "My divine light shields the faithful," she improvised, having done no such specific protection but happy to accept credit.
Artoria, standing nearby with Musashi, raised an eyebrow at this claim but maintained diplomatic silence. The knight-king had observed the entire battle with professional assessment and knew precisely which effects had been Ishtar's and which had been the beastmen's own defensive capabilities.
"The tactical retreat was well-executed," she commented to Musashi instead. "These warriors understand battlefield discipline despite their seemingly tribal organization."
The swordswoman nodded in agreement. "Their individual fighting styles show diversity within an overarching system—unlike the imperial forces who moved as programmed units rather than thinking combatants."
Commander Graylash, overhearing this exchange, turned toward them with grateful acknowledgment. "You have the eyes of true warriors to notice such details. The Beast Kingdom values individual prowess within collective action. Each warrior develops their own style based on their beast affinity, while maintaining harmony with the unit."
Before this professional discussion could continue, a commotion rose from the outpost's inner grounds. A group of beastmen—mostly younger warriors and support staff—had organized an impromptu celebration. Drums fashioned from hollow logs were being rhythmically struck, while stringed instruments made from cured vines and animal sinew added melodic elements.
"The victory celebration begins already," Sub-Commander Karim explained with an embarrassed flick of his ears. "Forgive their exuberance—it is their way of honoring the divine intervention."
Nero, never one to miss an opportunity for festivity, clapped her hands with delight. "Umu! Most appropriate! No triumph is complete without proper celebration! The Emperor of Roses approves this display of appreciation!"
Without waiting for permission, she descended from the observation platform with theatrical grace, immediately inserting herself into the center of the gathering celebration. To the amazement of the beastmen and the amusement of her fellow servants, she began demonstrating what appeared to be ancient Roman dance movements, her red dress swirling dramatically.
"Behold the imperial dance of victory!" she proclaimed. "In Rome, such celebrations would last for days, with games and feasts in honor of the Emperor's magnificence!"
The beastmen, after initial confusion, responded enthusiastically to Nero's uninhibited performance. Several of the younger warriors began attempting to mimic her movements, resulting in an odd but joyful fusion of Roman imperial dance and bestial agility.
Watching this cultural exchange unfold, Commander Graylash turned to Fang Yuan with an expression of bemused respect. "Your companions bring many gifts to our humble outpost—divine protection, military wisdom, and now celebration. We are truly blessed by your arrival."
Fang Yuan acknowledged this with the barest inclination of his head, his attention already shifting to more practical matters. "Your outpost's defensive capabilities are impressive given your resources. However, the imperial forces will likely return with greater numbers and adapted strategies."
The commander's expression sobered immediately. "Your assessment matches my own. This was a probing attack to test our defenses and possibly to verify rumors of divine visitors." He glanced meaningfully at Ishtar, who was now floating above the celebration, basking in worshipful attention. "The Empire has little respect for deities they don't control through their state religion."
"You anticipate a larger assault?" Fang Yuan pressed, seeking specific intelligence.
"Within a week, possibly sooner," Graylash confirmed grimly. "Knight-Commander Velarius is not known for accepting defeat gracefully. He will return with reinforcements, likely including Special Tactical Mages from the Imperial Academy."
This information was precisely what Fang Yuan had been seeking—confirmation of escalating conflict that could be exploited for his own purposes. Such chaos would provide cover for his activities and opportunities to acquire resources and knowledge.
"We will remain at your outpost for three days," he announced, this timeline calculated to maximize information gathering while ensuring departure before the anticipated larger imperial assault. "The continued exchange of knowledge serves both our interests."
Commander Graylash bowed deeply. "We are honored by your continued presence. Whatever knowledge or resources we possess are at your disposal."
As formal arrangements for their extended stay were discussed, Fang Yuan's servants dispersed according to their interests and his subtle directives. Artoria and Musashi joined the returning warriors, engaging them in professional exchanges about combat techniques. Morgan and Durga sought out the outpost's mages to learn more about local magical principles. Gilgamesh remained aloof on her summoned throne, observing everything with imperial disdain. Arcueid slipped away to investigate the biological diversity of the surrounding forest, while Raikou appointed herself guardian of the celebration, watching over everything with maternal vigilance.
Most amusing was the developing dynamic between Nobunaga and Sub-Commander Karim. The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven had approached the tiger-featured warrior with characteristic directness.
"Your battlefield roar has impressive psychological impact," she declared, circling him with predatory interest. "In my conquests across Japan, I employed similar terror tactics to break enemy morale before physical engagement."
The sub-commander's whiskers twitched with surprised pride. "You are a conqueror in your realm? I would be honored to hear of your campaigns."
"HAHAHA! 'Conqueror' is too modest a term!" Nobunaga cackled, flames briefly dancing along her collar. "I am the Demon King who unified a nation through fire and steel! Lesser warlords trembled at my name!"
Rather than being intimidated by this proclamation, Sub-Commander Karim seemed increasingly impressed. "The Beast Kingdom values strength tempered by strategic wisdom. Your achievements would earn great respect among our warrior councils."
"A civilization with proper priorities!" Nobunaga approved, slapping the beastman's armored shoulder with surprising familiarity. "Come! Share wine with me and tell me of your most glorious battles while I regale you with tales of castles burning under starlight!"
This unlikely pairing moved toward the celebration, already engaged in animated discussion of military conquests and battlefield tactics.
As evening approached, the victory celebration evolved into a more formal feast. Tables were arranged in the central courtyard, laden with roasted meats, forest fruits, and fermented beverages. Torches and magical lights illuminated the gathering, casting warm gold and amber hues across the assembled beastmen and their otherworldly guests.
Commander Graylash, now dressed in ceremonial attire rather than battle armor, formally invited Fang Yuan and his servants to places of honor at the central table. The seating arrangement immediately became a matter of divine contention.
"As the manifestation of celestial authority whose intervention secured today's victory, I should naturally be seated at the center," Ishtar declared, floating slightly above her designated chair to emphasize her divine status.
"The King of Heroes does not accept secondary position to anyone," Gilgamesh countered imperiously, golden portals shimmering into existence behind her throne-like chair that had mysteriously replaced the original wooden seat. "Especially not to a minor fertility goddess playing at lunar divinity."
"Minor?!" Ishtar's divine aura flared dangerously. "I ruled the heavens when your so-called kingdom was nothing but mud huts beside a river!"
"Both queens misunderstand proper protocol," Nero interjected with theatrical authority. "Imperial presence naturally commands the central position at any banquet. In Rome, feasts began and ended at the Emperor's discretion!"
As this three-way divine argument escalated, the beastmen watched with a mixture of awe and trepidation. To them, this was literally an argument between gods, the kind of mythological drama told in their oldest legends.
Morgan, always alert to political opportunities, glided to Commander Graylash's side. "You must forgive my companions' enthusiasm," she murmured with diplomatic smoothness. "Divine beings carry their hierarchical disputes across all realms they visit. It is... traditional."
The commander nodded slowly, clearly trying to maintain his composure in the face of divine conflict. "Our oldest legends speak of the Sky Court where celestial beings engaged in similar... discussions of precedence."
Fang Yuan, entirely unconcerned with the petty status dispute, seated himself at an available position and immediately engaged a beastman shaman in detailed questions about local magical techniques. His complete disinterest in the divine argument had the unintended effect of drawing attention away from the quarreling goddesses, as many beastmen followed their honored guest's example of focusing on practical matters.
Gradually, the seating dispute resolved itself through Artoria's diplomatic intervention. The knight-king, accustomed to managing the egos of Round Table members, arranged a circular seating pattern where no position could be claimed as definitively central.
"In Camelot, the Round Table ensured that all voices held equal weight in council," she explained to the beastmen, who nodded appreciatively at this wisdom. "Position becomes irrelevant when the circle has no beginning or end."
Once the feast properly began, conversation flowed more smoothly across multiple topics. The beastmen, encouraged by their commander's example, asked respectful questions about the realms their divine visitors came from, while Fang Yuan's servants extracted further information about Tensura's political and magical systems.
One particularly interesting exchange developed between Durga and an elderly beastman shaman regarding the nature of souls in this world.
"Your concept of 'magicules' as the fundamental particles of spiritual essence aligns with certain cosmic principles in my realm," the multi-armed goddess observed, her galaxy-filled eyes thoughtful. "Though we conceptualize them as vibrational states rather than particles."
The old shaman—a tortoise-featured beastman whose shell bore intricate magical inscriptions—nodded sagely. "Many paths to describe the same truth, Divine One. In the ancient texts, magicules are sometimes called 'the breath of the world' or 'star-dust made manifest.' All living things contain them, from the mightiest dragon to the humblest blade of grass."
"And these 'skills' you develop—they represent crystallized patterns of this essence?" Durga inquired.
"Indeed," the shaman confirmed. "Through meditation, combat experience, or spiritual insight, one forms stable patterns within one's soul. These patterns then allow manipulation of external magicules according to specific principles."
This explanation caught Fang Yuan's attention. "The acquisition process interests me," he interjected, his cold eyes focusing on the elderly shaman. "You mentioned three paths: meditation, combat experience, and spiritual insight. Elaborate on these methods."
The tortoise shaman, perhaps sensing the dangerous intensity behind the question, responded carefully. "The meditative path involves internal cultivation—circulating one's inner magicules in specific patterns until they crystallize into skills. The combat path involves defeating creatures or individuals who possess desirable skills, then absorbing portions of their magicules to develop similar abilities. The insight path occurs when one achieves profound understanding of a natural principle, causing spontaneous skill formation."
Fang Yuan absorbed this information with focused attention. The system bore similarities to certain cultivation methods from his original world, but with significant differences that might be exploitable. Particularly interesting was the combat path—the ability to acquire skills directly from defeated opponents aligned perfectly with his predatory approach to power acquisition.
"And these skills, once acquired, can they be further refined or evolved?" he pressed.
"Most certainly," the shaman replied, warming to the topic despite his initial wariness. "Skills grow with use and understanding. A basic fire manipulation skill might eventually evolve into flame lordship, then potentially into a conceptual authority over the principle of combustion itself."
As this technical discussion continued, other conversations flowed around the feast tables. Musashi had engaged a group of beastman warriors in animated discussion of blade techniques, occasionally demonstrating precise movements with chopsticks that left her audience gasping in appreciation.
"The essence of the blade transcends its physical form," she explained, executing a perfect cutting motion that somehow seemed to distort the air despite using only a wooden utensil. "When mind, body, and weapon achieve perfect harmony, reality itself acknowledges the cut."
Nearby, Arcueid was fascinated by the biological diversity represented by the various beastman tribes. Her crimson eyes studied each variant with scientific curiosity.
"Your genetic adaptations are remarkable," she commented to a group that included wolf, bear, and hawk features. "In my world, such transformations require either ancient bloodlines or magical intervention. Yet you maintain stable hybrid forms across generations."
"We are born as we are," a hawk-featured female warrior replied, her feathered crest rising with pride. "Our ancestors made covenant with the beast spirits in ancient times, merging their essences with human form to create our lineages."
"Fascinating," Arcueid mused. "A stable chimeric existence without the vampiric drawbacks of my own transformative abilities."
At the far end of the table, Raikou had somehow gathered a group of young beastman cubs—children who had emerged from secure areas now that the imperial threat had passed. With surprising gentleness for one normally obsessed with Fang Yuan, she was demonstrating origami techniques, her deadly hands creating delicate paper animals from parchment provided by an impressed beastman scribe.
"In my homeland, these arts were taught to noble children," she explained, folding a perfect paper tiger that she presented to a wide-eyed cub with similar feline features. "The discipline of the fold teaches patience, precision, and the beauty of transformation."
The sight of the fearsome berserker surrounded by children, her maternal instincts channeled into constructive expression, drew surprised glances from several of her fellow servants.
"She's actually quite good with them," Artoria observed quietly to Morgan. "When her protective instincts find appropriate outlets."
"All obsessions can be channeled," Morgan replied with clinical detachment. "Her fixation on our 'master' is merely the most prominent manifestation of a deeper psychological pattern."
The feast continued late into the evening, with performances by beastman musicians and warriors demonstrating traditional combat dances. Eventually, Commander Graylash rose to offer a formal toast.
"To our divine visitors, whose arrival heralds a new chapter in Beast Kingdom history," he proclaimed, raising a carved wooden cup. "And particularly to the Moon Sovereign, whose celestial light turned aside our enemies!"
The assembled beastmen roared approval, many dropping to one knee in reverence toward Ishtar, who accepted this adoration with practiced grace.
"May my light continue to shine upon worthy warriors," she declared, manifesting a small golden nimbus above her head for theatrical effect. "The Beast Kingdom's valor has earned divine notice this day."
As the celebration reached its peak, Fang Yuan silently withdrew from the gathering. He had extracted sufficient information for immediate purposes and saw no value in continued social interaction. With characteristic disregard for social protocol, he simply left the feast without announcement, making his way to the quarters that had been prepared for him within the central ironwood tree.
Morgan, ever observant, noticed his departure immediately. "Our master retires," she murmured to Artoria. "Should we follow?"
"Let him go," the knight-king advised. "He clearly prefers solitude for processing information. Our continued presence here maintains the diplomatic connection he established."
Within his assigned quarters—a surprisingly comfortable chamber formed within the living wood of the massive tree—Fang Yuan seated himself in meditative posture. His mind systematically categorized and analyzed everything he had learned about this world's power systems.
The information about skills, particularly their acquisition through combat, was most immediately valuable. If he could access this world's skill system, he could potentially accelerate his power accumulation exponentially. The greatest challenge would be interfacing his immortal aperture—designed for the spiritual energy of his original world—with the magicule system of Tensura.
His meditation was interrupted by the soft sound of his chamber door opening. Without turning, he identified the intruder by the subtle chill that accompanied her presence.
"Your purpose, Morgan?" he inquired without opening his eyes.
The fairy queen glided into the room, her midnight wings folded elegantly behind her. "I thought you might appreciate a more... technical report on my findings regarding this world's magical system, away from the limitations of public conversation."
This was, in fact, the one interruption Fang Yuan would tolerate—the delivery of useful information.
"Proceed," he commanded simply.
Morgan crafted a small manifestation of fairy light between her palms, using it to project complex magical diagrams into the air.
"I've been analyzing the fundamental structure of magicules through my fairy perception," she began, manipulating the diagram to zoom into molecular-level representations. "They bear striking similarities to the concept of True Ether from my world, but with significant differences in how they interact with physical matter."
For the next hour, she provided a detailed technical analysis that few beings in any world could have comprehended. Fang Yuan absorbed every detail, occasionally asking precise questions that revealed his own profound understanding of metaphysical principles.
"Most intriguing," Morgan concluded, "is how skills manifest as conceptual authorities through sufficient concentration of specialized magicules. The progression from basic skills to Ultimate Skills represents a transition from manipulation of external phenomena to rewriting of fundamental principles."
"Similar to the ascension from immortal techniques to dao authority in my original cultivation system," Fang Yuan observed. "Though the pathway appears more structured here, with clearer evolutionary tracks."
Morgan nodded, impressed despite herself by his analytical capabilities. "Precisely. The skill system has recognizable patterns of development that could potentially be mapped and exploited by one with sufficient understanding."
This information aligned perfectly with Fang Yuan's methodical approach to power acquisition. A structured system with identifiable pathways could be analyzed, deconstructed, and ultimately mastered more efficiently than the chaotic cultivation landscape of his original world.
"Your analysis is thorough," he acknowledged—the closest thing to praise he ever offered. "Continue your investigation, focusing on potential methods for external entities to access the skill system."
Morgan inclined her head, recognizing both the instruction and the dismissal it contained. As she turned to leave, however, she paused at the threshold.
"A word of caution," she said, her political instincts compelling her to share an observation. "The beastmen's religious interpretation of our presence—particularly Ishtar's—creates both opportunities and risks. Religious fervor can be a powerful tool, but also unpredictable when expectations are inevitably unmet."
Fang Yuan considered this for precisely 2.6 seconds. "The religious association provides temporary utility. Its long-term implications are irrelevant to our current objectives."
Morgan's lips curved in a cold smile. "Of course. I merely thought you should be aware that the rabbit-eared scout has begun organizing what appears to be a formal cult dedicated to Ishtar. Complete with ritualized offerings and prayer schedules."
This development, while not immediately relevant to Fang Yuan's power acquisition goals, represented a potential complication worth noting. The formation of a cult centered around one of his bound servants could create attachment chains that might interfere with his freedom of movement.
"Monitor the situation," he instructed. "If it threatens operational flexibility, it will be terminated."
The casual way he spoke of potentially crushing the spiritual hopes of dozens of beastmen caused even Morgan—herself no stranger to ruthless calculation—to raise an elegant eyebrow. But she merely nodded in acknowledgment before departing, leaving Fang Yuan to resume his meditation.
Outside, the celebration continued well into the night, though with gradually diminishing energy as warriors succumbed to exhaustion from both battle and festivity. One by one, Fang Yuan's servants disengaged from the gathering and sought their assigned quarters, each processing the day's events according to their own nature.
Ishtar floated to her chamber surrounded by a small procession of devotees who refused to leave her side until she gently dismissed them with promises of "celestial blessings" during their dreams. Once alone, her divine countenance shifted to a smug smile of satisfaction.
"From ignored to worshipped in a single day," she murmured to herself, admiring her reflection in a polished metal mirror provided by her followers. "Perhaps this binding isn't entirely without benefits."
In another chamber, Nobunaga and Musashi engaged in animated discussion of the beastmen's combat capabilities, their professional assessment temporarily overriding their usual competitive tension.
"Their integration of natural attributes into fighting styles is impressive," Musashi acknowledged, demonstrating a tiger-style movement she had observed. "The form follows the essence of the creature rather than merely imitating its appearance."
"Their pack tactics showed genuine strategic depth," Nobunaga agreed, sprawled comfortably across her assigned bedding. "Reminiscent of how my ashigaru units coordinated with samurai vanguards, but with greater individual initiative."
"Do you think our 'master' recognized these subtleties?" Musashi wondered, her swordsman's intuition sensing something important about Fang Yuan's analytical approach.
Nobunaga's crimson eyes gleamed with uncharacteristic seriousness. "He observes everything, categorizes everything, values everything only by its utility. A perfect conqueror's mindset." Her usual maniacal grin returned. "I recognize it because it mirrors my own—though with all the joy removed!"
This assessment was more insightful than many would give the seemingly chaotic Demon King credit for, cutting to the core of what made Fang Yuan both so effective and so disturbing—his perfect instrumental rationality