The battlefield was silent, the small groups of elven rebels now exterminated. Why did the calm and generally passive elves suddenly become so violet and aggressive?. Kars had none of these answers, but he still tried to think of an answer.
Was it King Faversham who did something?. No, that's not possible. How in the world could that fat, bitch boy have the wits to mess with the elves. Could it be a sort of warning to the other elemental elves? Or is it a command from the people who destroyed 'his' empire?. This doesn't make sense. Or was he reading too deep into this?
The soldiers buried the bodies of the fallen inside of a pit before burning their remains. Burning their bodies to ashes is the only escape from becoming zombies after death. This was followed by all the empires, human and non-human creatures, like elves, dwarves, and dragons. This was because of the rise of necromanticon, but he probably won't mess around with those creepy and moody bast*rds. He had little to no clues about the necromanticon as only the dukes and the royal family know that the undead has a few sentient bastards.
The soldiers then watched Kars thinking deeply as a burning sense of shame enveloped most of them. Kars had no obligation to go and serve alongside them, yet he had given away his life of luxury and trained to serve commoners like them. They get ashamed of singling him out and ignoring any and everything he ever said. They felt worse when remembering that he took on soo many insults and never ran away and faced them honourably, using his power to rise among the ranks of the army steadily instead of rising directly to the rank of a commander or a royal knight.
They felt terrible for calling him 'sissy' or 'mommy's little b*tch'. Heck, they felt stupid that they dared say something about the dukes.
With all their regrets bloomed a new feeling, a feeling of admiration and worthiness. His action of saving his army made every single one of them feel like a Cinderella, with the prince being kars, who swept and demolished armies all while risking his life for nobodies like them.
Kars was still thinking when he had been given a sudden notice from the system.
[Congratulaion to the host for evolving your skill
"Why is it max level?" Kars asks in shock, his face unable to stop the confusion.
[Your soldiers felt deep regret when knowing that you'd protect them, even when they isolated you and bullied you. This forced them into your submission, while your skills raised admiration and allowed you to reach the threshold of 1 and a half million followers]
"What do you mean by 1 and a half million. There are only 75000 warriors here?"
[The host is currently being absorbed by all of Cerulea. The king planned on reducing the duke's reputation by showing you fleeing away and get more funds to improve the strength of his own, private army.]
"You sick mother f*cker..." For a solid 10 minutes, he continued to curse the king and soon rn out of curses, and shifted to the more colourful and extremely imaginative version of the curses. After a long time, he calmed down and remembered a peculiar term the system had used.
"Hey, system, what exactly do you mean by unifying?"
[Host has reached the maximum threshold to evolve the skill
"Go for it," Kars says before...
That's it for this chapter, see you in the next one.
Ciao