Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

"Are you really an Evandiel?" The barbarian woman questioned with a frown as she looked at the bound Zach, who wasn't even trying to break free, though she was pretty sure he didn't need to struggle to do that.

She could not believe these kinds of words were coming from an Evandiel.

"Aren't you too soft?" She asked. There was a longstanding rivalry between Evandiels, those who held the border, and the barbarians, the Sesha, who tried to cross it. An encounter that didn't involve crossed swords was as rare as an Evandiel pleading for peace.

Zach looked at the woman for a moment.

"So what if I'm soft? Is it wrong of me not to want innocent blood on my hands when I can do something about it?"

"Can you do something about it?"

"...Not alone," Zach admitted as he looked away. He was decently strong, even in his current condition, and his maids were skilled and powerful. But there was still a gap between him and the ones in charge of entire groups of people like the Emperor or the the strongest tribal chiefs.

It would take more than his wishes to even get a ceasefire. Putting an end to the war final would be even more difficult.

He would need help from both sides to establish peace.

The woman looked at Zach with a thoughtful expression as she stroked her chin. She crossed her arms and leaned in to take a closer look.

Zach met her gaze.

"Will you help me?" He asked.

The woman's eyebrows rose. An Evandiel asking her for help. She did not know how to feel.

"Me? I have on power. Too bad." She smiled and turned around.

Zach sighed.

Whether it was because she ordered them to or because they were too scared to approach, none of the barbarians got close to Zach after she left. They left him alone. It was better than them harassing him for his surname or being annoying.

But Zach didn't like it. As long as the barbarians weren't fighting with Rittel, no one would die. But only between Rittel's troops and the barbarians in the camp.

But there were other cities and other barbarian camps fighting in other places. At any moment, several people could be losing their lives, wasting them.

Zach wanted to do something about it.

However, he knew forcing it would only backfire. He needed to be patient and only use his words. The moment he used violence to get his will through, he could talk peace all day without any of his words holding any meaning.

As the hours passed, night slowly lowered itself over the world, wrapping it in a soft blanket of darkness. The mood in the camp was understandably low due to the tent of dead warriors.

Zach wouldn't have blamed them if they didn't feed him. They were busy with other things, not to mention his identity as a lifelong enemy of the barbarians.

Still, a while after the camp sank into darkness, a young boy warily approached him with a bowl of cold, leafy gruel in hand.

He set it down a step in front of Zach after spending several minutes inching closer to make sure Zach didn't lunge and bite him. He did not take his eyes off Zach for even a second.

Thanks to that, Zach was free to look at the young boy as well. He was small and skinny, but his eyes were bright and full of life. His messy hair looked a little dirty. He was an ordinary boy, wary of but curious about the mysterious stranger that the adults warned him not to get too close to.

After setting down the bowl, the boy slowly took a step back. He was still watching Zach. He continued backing away until he was several steps away. He stopped and just looked at Zach and the bowl as if waiting for Zach to eat it.

"Hey."

Zach's voice startled the young boy and made him flinch and jump back a step.

Zach shrugged his shoulders and turned to the side to show his wrists tied to the post. How was he supposed to eat?

The young boy understood what Zach wanted. He shook his head. He was not falling for that.

Zach tilted his head and shrugged. A translucent golden spoon materialized above the bowl. That also startled the young boy, and he grabbed the dagger at his hip. He looked warily at the floating golden spoon as it scooped up a spoonful of gruel before flying toward Zach's mouth.

Zach tasted it and made sure it wasn't poisoned before flying a spoon over to Nora.

Yanael, Alzara, Soara, and Mandra were fine without food since they were more than a little special. But Nora was an ordinary human who didn't even have much martial energy, much less the incredible world essence energy to stave off her hunger.

Zach's world essence energy had entered a dormant state to protect his tattered body, but it still helped maintain his body a little. He could go without food for a while. It would just slow down his recovery even further.

Nora, however, needed food. So, Zach shared his food with her. Nora wanted Zach to eat it and focus on his recovery since he would need as much of his strength as possible, but she couldn't refuse it when her stomach growled. She obediently let Zach spoonfeed her.

The young boy slowly lowered his wariness as the spoon turned out to be harmless. It was just a way for Zach to eat without needing to be freed. That much was fine.

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"Magic?" The young boy asked with a tiny voice. If Zach could use magic, just tying him to a pole in the center of the camp wouldn't do much.

Zach smiled a little and shook his head.

"Not quite." He emptied the bowl into Nora's mouth before continuing. He transformed the spoon into a frog and floated it over to the young boy. He stopped it at a safe distance lest he startled the young boy or one of the warriors watching from a distance.

"It's a skill."