Ten minutes passed, and the clone connected to the king of Aragon, but to his surprise, the king was not pissed off; he was rather calm.
The clone could not understand why the king would be calm under these circumstances, but the clone noticed that there were fewer people in the throne room.
The clone, being more intelligent than the average Silva, could piece things together, and so he knew what was happening.
The king must be planning something, and that plan had given him the confidence to believe he could turn the situation around.
The clone didn’t say anything yet; he quickly sent a message to Silva, telling him about what he detected so that Silva could prepare a countermeasure.
After that, the clone disconnected and faced the king.
“From the look on your face, you will not be giving us what we asked for, right?” the clone asked.
“Indeed, we will not negotiate with you on this matter. The martial arts techniques that you have asked for are impossible; they are something we can’t give you,” the king said.
“Fine, then to show you how serious we are, I’ll be taking down two hundred of your men,” the clone said and started heading to fight.
The expression of the king tightened when he heard how many men would be killed. He could barely rein in his rage at this point; he wanted to capture Silva and make him pay right now.
The clone charged into the midst of the enemy and began slashing down with a simple sword. His speed was beyond what any of the guards could see.
Blood sprayed through the air as the clone cut through them easily, killing over two hundred men. But it didn’t seem like the clone was ready to stop.
It went ahead and started killing even more, totaling about three hundred men. When the clone finished, he smiled and disconnected from the king.
The king raged in the throne room; he couldn’t believe that Silva had killed over three hundred men. He was at his wits’ end.
Silva didn’t even tell him when they would connect again; it could be ten minutes or even an hour.
—
In the capital, Silva asked Drake to bring all people with knowledge of construction. He wanted to begin the plan for building the wall immediately.
Silva and Drake stayed inside a tent while the people gathered outside. Silva was drafting the design of the wall.
With the help of his eleven minds and Drake’s expertise, he was able to make a very detailed design.
The base material that was chosen was a metallic alloy reinforced with Orichalcum and Mana.
The alloy would be created with powdered Orichalcum poured into it, and Mana infused into the alloy. Its bars would have to be made in a special chamber.
That chamber would be a new design that Drake worked on. It would take some hours to build, and they would need over fifty of them.
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The machines would be spread all around to make the metal bars. Then, using the bars, the skeletal structure of the wall would be erected.
After finishing the design, Silva handed it to Drake.
“Take control of everything. Make sure that everyone who works here signs the contract. They should be paid fully and fed for the duration of the work.
We have to work around the clock, so split the workforce into shifts and give equivalent breaks as well,” Silva said, then left through the back of the tent.
He had received the information from his clone, so he knew that the king was planning something, and he wanted to find out.
He brought out his wings and shot into the air.
—
The wyvern army was ready to move out from Aragon. An army made up of a hundred wyverns—their captain was a man with dark brown hair.
He had a pompous expression on his face, like one that was unshakable, someone who knew he could walk over the whole world.
On some of the wyverns were two people: the rider and a mage. The mages were ten in number, and they were the ones who would remove the barrier.
The leader of the wyvern army raised his hands, and every rider got ready. The leader dropped his hands, and the wyvern riders lifted off and flew into the air.
They shot above the clouds and immediately flew toward Dark Dragon. With their current speed, they would reach their location in thirty minutes.
They flew in formation to avoid any unexpected happenings.
—
Silva sat on a mountain, facing the direction of the Aragon kingdom. He held steak in his hands and a cup of fruit juice.
He sipped the juice, took a deep bite from the steak, and then looked up again.
“It’s a good attempt to use wyverns, but the issue is that a dragon rules over a wyvern. And aside from that, I have a wyvern of higher class myself,” Silva said.
“Kratos, head this way. I’m waiting for you,” Silva contacted Kratos.
Kratos immediately flew toward Silva from wherever he was and got there in less than a minute.
“That was pretty fast,” Silva said.
“Well, my master called me. I can’t delay,” Kratos said.
“I understand. Now tell me, what happens when a wyvern meets a dragon?” Silva asked.
“It depends. A dragon is a rank higher than a wyvern, so wyverns are looked down upon by dragons.
But if a wyvern meets a weaker dragon, for the sake of evolution and improving their abilities, the wyvern will kill the dragon and consume it.
But if the dragon turns out to be stronger than the wyvern, the wyvern is biologically structured to obey that stronger dragon.
Or they can show some defiance and fight against the dragon, but the penalty for losing is death.
For you, master, you don’t have to worry. Very few wyverns can be as strong as you. So you will be able to control almost all wyverns,” Kratos explained.