"Ah! Your Highness, leaving seven-tenths of the tribes and migrating with only three-tenths of the people?..."
Upon hearing this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava widened her eyes, licking her teeth, her emotions swirling. She knew that everything about the Golden Bay Tribes depended on the young king before her, so she transformed into a submissive Water Serpent, kneeling in front of the king, pleading aloud.
"Your Highness! Of the eighty to ninety thousand people in the Golden Bay Tribes, under the onslaught of the Great Alliance, some have scattered, some captured or killed... Today, only thirty thousand tribespeople remain in the city! Please have mercy on us... The chieftains of each tribe are willing to swear a blood oath, to kneel and pledge loyalty to you!"
