My Kingdom Building Done Right!

Chapter 108: The Day A King Is Born [Part 1]

Outside Grimjaw Forest...

"Uncle, why do the tribes need to go to war?" Vlad, the youngest son of the chieftain of the Warclaw Tribe, asked. "Can’t we all just get along?"

The sheltered fourteen-year old had been sent by his father to Grimjaw Mountain to make him understand the cruelty of this world.

The chieftain hoped that after returning from this trip, his son would no longer be so naive as to believe that the barbarian tribes could get along just fine.

"Young Lord, as long as the barbarian tribes are not united under one banner, these kinds of conflicts will never cease to exist," Zed, the young boy’s guardian, replied. "It is also the chieftain’s greatest wish to lead the tribes under the banner of the Warclaw Tribe. That way, these kinds of conflict will be prevented."

Zed made sure the representatives of the other high-ranking tribes could hear his words, which made Gundar and Marcus glance at his direction.

Since the Grimhowl Tribe’s and the Warclaw Tribe’s envoys traveled together, they were not too far from each other.

This allowed Marcus and Gundar to hear Vlad’s earlier question, which made them think the young boy was still untainted by the conflicts of the Borderlands.

"Well, good luck with that, Zed." Gundar chuckled. "I don’t think your Master has the power to make the barbarian tribes unite under his banner."

"Oh, I won’t be too sure of that, Lord Gundar," Zed replied with confidence. "You’ll understand what I’m talking about during the gathering of the tribes."

Gundar narrowed his eyes in response, very tempted to smack the arrogant prick and send him flying. Then again, word battles like these were the bread and butter of the high-ranking tribes.

They couldn’t really go to war with each other, so they simply traded barbed words, treating it as their own way of fighting against their peers.

"Listen, Vlad," Marcus said as he patted the boy’s shoulder. "As much as I hate to say this, your uncle is right. Unless someone unites all the barbarian tribes, we will continue to find more ways to destroy each other.

"This conflict between the middle-ranked tribes and the Aslan Tribe is just an example of what can happen when a stronger tribe wishes to dominate a weaker one.

"They tend to resort to war. Because those who thought themselves as the stronger tribe believed they could win through sheer force.However, I’m afraid they truly underestimated their opponents this time around."

Vlad looked fearfully at the forest. The wind was blowing in their direction, so those who were familiar with it could smell the strong scent of blood.

Given the intensity of the stench, they deemed that hundreds of people had died from this conflict.

Vlad remembered what his older sister had told him before he left to go to Grimjaw Mountain.

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"I hope you remain as you are now, Vlad," Tianna, his older sister, said softly. "Our older brothers had no choice but to become strong to protect our people. But they are already strong enough to protect us, so the only thing you need to do is to protect your heart."

His sister also told him that there would come a time when a true Barbarian King would be born from the Borderlands.

"Then what will happen if a Barbarian King is born in the Borderlands?" Vlad asked. "Will we all live in peace?"

Tianna smiled faintly before shaking her head. "The moment the tribes are united under one banner, that will be the start of more conflicts to come."

"Sister... I don’t understand." Vlad frowned. "If all the tribes are united, we don’t need to fight each other, right?"

"That’s right." Tianna nodded. "But the moment the barbarians of the Borderlands become united under one banner, it will become a powerful force. And when they no longer have any enemies within, they will start to set their gaze outside our borders.

"The True Barbarian King in the West, the Kingdom of Britannia in the North, the Uncharted Lands of the East, and the Aurelion Empire of the South. These are all domains that surround the Borderlands."

The young lady’s eyes glowed faintly while looking at her little brother.

"I have seen it..." Tianna said. "The day where a King will finally be born here in the Borderlands. One who will unite the tribes under his banner. When that time comes, war will come knocking on our doors."

"Sister, have you already seen the Barbarian King?" Vlad asked in surprise. "Is it Father?"

"I don’t know." Tianna smiled sadly. "All I know is that when the tribe gathering starts and the tournament to decide the next Regent of Eden has ended, a great storm will engulf the Borderlands.

"And among the chieftains who rule these lands, one of them would take that seat and be crowned as our one, true King."

"Sister, have you told father about this?" Vlad asked. "I mean, you usually tell him when you see these kinds of visions."

Tianna shook her head. "No. If father knew about this vision, he might do something that will bring our tribe to damnation. As such, I will simply wait until our King finally arrives."

"Hey, sister. Do you think I can meet this King?" Vlad inquired. "Do you think I can become his friend?"

The young lady giggled and hugged her little brother, lightly patting his head.

"If it’s you, Vlad, I’m sure you will meet him someday," Tianna replied.

"Then how do I know that he’s the one, sister?"

"That’s a bit difficult to answer. You’ll just get a feeling, maybe?"

Vlad blinked. "What feeling?"

"A feeling that will make you think that the person in front of you is someone that will change your fate." Tianna smiled. "Someone who you wouldn’t mind serving with everything you have because his goals will also become your own. Be careful in your journey. I pray that you return to me safely, Vlad."

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Just as Vlad remembered her talk with his sister, the teenage boy heard the flapping of wings.

Everyone around him looked up at the sky, so he, too, gazed in the direction they were looking at.

A white horse with wings was flying in their direction, and it seemed that someone was riding on its back.

This was the first time Vlad had seen a flying horse, so he couldn’t help but look at it with awe and wonder.

A few minutes later, the horse landed a few meters away from them, right in front of the entrance of the forest.

The rider was none other than Ulric. He had come to pass the message of his Great Chieftain to all the representatives of the different tribes who were waiting for the conclusion of this war.