Devios Elef Perserios was sitting behind a desk where he was reading the reports regarding the latest skirmish with one of the tribes.
The barbarians were supposed to be just... well... barbaric.
They weren't supposed to have a centralized government, they were supposed to be just an unorganized bunch of loosely related tribes which rarely ever made alliances with each other as their hatred towards the Bellcephora kingdom was matched only by their animosity towards everyone from outside their own tribe.
"...why is there a pattern here...?"
The young blue-haired boy muttered to himself while rummaging through the old reports that his father originally dismissed after a short read.
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