My Soul card is a Reaper

Ingrid Lefeuvre, the Queen of the Triastal kingdom and representative of Angels residing on Gaia; Azzy met her during the last meeting, too, although they didn't talk directly as she doesn't have any memories of him. Instead, he used Leah to enquire about Claire, albeit without any satisfying results.

This time, he sat before her, expecting a better result.

Queen Ingrid was hella confused about what this boy wanted to talk about with her. After all, the Angels were considered the weakest of the hidden clans; they don't interfere in human affairs; the higher bloodline angels quietly stay in their hidden dimension while the lower bloodline ones often do mingle with everyone as normal human people, some hiding their identities as live within Triastal kingdom, close to their Queen, and some without even knowledge of their race, spreading all over the continent.

With a look of calm interest, she waited for whatever came next.

Meanwhile, Azzy was also maintaining silence for a while. He was pondering on how to start the subject.

But in the end, he took a deep breath and spoke, "I want to talk about Claire."

"My daughter?"

"Yeah, I'm aware that she is the daughter of Archangel Michael and is now in Silver City."

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"How did you…"

"She was my girlfriend when I time-traveled to the past, and she promised me that she would return when she has become a demigod, except that she didn't."

"Uhhh… what?" Ingrid sat there, dumbfounded and confused, her jaw practically onto the floor.

An hour later;

In the throne hall, with the round table removed, the clan lords gathered for a meeting. Francis Blood, Gredor Crescent, and Harvard Smoke were standing together in the center of the hall while Azzy was gazing down at them from the throne.

While Francis and Gredor looked all confident as they stared directly at Azzy, Harvard looked a bit ashamed and had his gaze on his foot. The others became silent spectators.

Raising the scroll, Azzy spoke to them, maintaining a calm demeanor, both inside and outside, as if he had come to terms with the reality. "As it was stated in this scroll, the Crescent Clan and Smoke Clan officially passed a joint resolution, severing your ties to the Death Clan and becoming independent. I just want to confirm before I pass the edict."

Gredor firmly nodded right away, "Yes." He didn't have an ounce of fear or panic in his eyes. There was nothing but confidence.

Harvard, on the other hand, continued to look down in shame and slowly say, "Yes."

"Alright. Here's my decree." Azzy took a deep breath and announced loud and clear, "Using my rights as the Monarch of the Death Clan, I hereby declare that the Crescent Clan and Smoke Clan are independent clans and further have no connections with the Death Clan. Those who are willing to leave must vacate their homes by the end of the day, and those who remain will either be imprisoned for their overstay or become naturalized citizens of the Clan, have their surnames changed to a common, and become a part of the new clan I will announce later on. The Crescent Clan and Smoke Clans are allowed to take their treasures, artifacts, and their material possessions with them. Those who stayed, the lands and properties of their clans left behind would be divided between them. Whoever is doing outside missions should also be informed of this decision asap. You all have more or less 8 hours."

"And Clan Head Francis…" Azzy got up and gave a bow, taking everyone by surprise, "On behalf of my predecessors, I formally thank you and your ancestors for the service your clan has done for the Death Clan for the past fifty millennia." Sitting back on her throne once again, he finished his statement calmly, "I won't be there to oversee your departure. So, I bid you farewell."

Francis was momentarily surprised by Azzy's change of attitude, but he didn't want to think of Azzy's thoughts at the moment, whether it was an act before other clan lords or being sincere or anything. The Blood Clan's Head went on reciprocating the same to Azzy, giving him the last bow, "And this is on behalf of our clan to the Death Clan on giving a home to us, for this long."

Azzy gave a subtle nod and Francis turned around, walking away from him. The other two followed him without receiving any last words from Azzy as Francis got. Everyone knew why and hence, no one asked.

Soon, the news passed through the entire village, obviously shocking those who were oblivious to the politics that happened during the past week. Even the royal guests who are currently residing in the Garcia Palace were also shocked to hear that the Death Clan was being split into two parts where the majority was leaving.

Thousands came onto the streets and marched to the Garcia Palace in protest, asking for the Clan head to take back the decision, but the Silver Clan deployed their entire force to block them, and even Night Clan and Ash Clans were forced to deploy their warriors to prevent the escalation of any protest, placing the onus onto the heads of their respective clan lords.

Had this been any other place, the situation would have never been solved even in several months, but Death Clan is after an ancient clan, and every member knew when to be stubborn and when not to cross the line of their Monarch or the orders from the palace.

The fact that they only had eight hours to decide made the commoners have different thoughts from the elites.

In Both clans, The Elders and many Elites joined Gredor and Harvard, over dissatisfaction over Azzy's new policies. Too many changes within a short time caused them uncomfortable.

The commoners, who are living on a day-to-day basis, on the other hand, didn't have much loyalty to their own clans. They don't think too much about the potential future either way. They don't know what it will be like in some other place, abandoning their homeland.

Not to mention, they don't have trust in their corrupted clan leaders, especially the Crescent Clan farmers. Since the former Clan Head and a few active and a lot of retired clan elders were staying behind, a little over seven thousand of them stayed.

Smoke Clan, on the other hand, had over fourteen thousand of them stay behind, much to Azzy's delight. Everyone finally understood why the clan leader Harvard was so down and ashamed. It's cuz he couldn't convince his clan.

Francis Blood looked like he didn't care much about it and simply ordered everyone to exit the clan village and wait at the Lake.

A little over thirteen thousand people from other clans and another thousand from the Blood Clan all gathered at the lake, clearly overcrowding the place. Of course, the Night Clan assassins were keeping an eye on them to see how they were going to evacuate. Since it is only a crescent moon with not much light around, people had to use light-emitting skill cards to light up the area.

Francis and Remia stood in the center as others moved back, giving them space to work.

Together, they joined their hands, conjuring a giant teleportation seal that covered a wide region, forcing the Night Clan assassins to move away quickly as others got caught up in it.

As the seal activated, every single member disappeared instantly.

Gredor saw himself and everyone else appearing in some kind of vast plains, with giant statues everywhere.

"You are all here on time." A voice was heard in the surroundings before everyone saw the appearance of a 14ft giant that looked completely like a human from top to bottom, wearing a traditional robe with a neat hairstyle and amiable smile like a civilized fellow. He seems to be at the peak stage of the Legendary realm. And it looked like it was morning in this place.

Amid the gazes mixed with curiousness, fear, and admiration, the mysterious giant snapped his fingers to open a giant door behind him, "Welcome to Odyssea."