Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1567 - 83: I Believe You’ll Change Your Mind

These betrothal gifts...

Are they sufficient!?

Shock and surprise filled the gazes of everyone present as they turned towards the young woman.

The aura she now projected was undeniably potent, commanding attention and making her impossible to overlook.

It was only at this moment that the attendees truly grasped the depth of the girl before them, realizing she was far more than her usual demeanor suggested.

They saw a formidable strength within her they hadn't perceived before.

Kemmler, an elder from the Black Water Clan and an observer of the scene, felt a jolt in his heart, truly assessing the girl with newfound seriousness.

Yet, despite the multitude of eyes fixed upon her, the girl's imposing presence remained steadfast, effortlessly maintaining command over the entire gathering.

"Sufficient... or not?"

Edgeworth, the elder representing the Red Stone Clan, mulled over her words, a gradual smile spreading across his face that eventually erupted into hearty laughter. "Hahaha, esteemed Goddess, should you consent to become the wife of our Young Clan Chief, the Red Stone Clan will lavish you with all its prosperity. You will undoubtedly reign as the most esteemed woman across this entire expanse of prairie."

With this declaration, Edgeworth puffed out his chest in confidence, glancing around with a hint of dismissive arrogance.

"Have you witnessed the expressions of all here? Having not grown up on this vast prairie, you clearly fail to comprehend the immense value held within these riches."

Edgeworth's voice escalated in volume and his imposing spirit intensified with each word he uttered.

In his estimation, this young woman, renowned for her intelligence, was displaying an unfounded arrogance and a profound ignorance of the wider world.

The title of 'Goddess' seemed to have inflated her ego, making her believe she was superior to all others.

"Esteemed Goddess, a saying is deeply ingrained among our prairie tribes: Regardless of a woman's personal strength, she remains a woman and requires a man for support."

"If the people of the White Armor Tribe have neglected to impart this wisdom to you, allow me to convey it on their behalf."

His pronouncement, delivered with increasing fervor, was followed by a smug, playful grin.

"Edgeworth, I will obliterate that decrepit head of yours."

A terrifying surge of killing intent emanated from Alva's being.

Edgeworth, however, paid Alva no mind, maintaining his smile as he narrowed his eyes towards Isaiah, who occupied the grand chair fashioned from beast bones, inwardly sneering.

It appears the esteemed Lion King of the White Armor Tribe... is nearing his end.

Heh.

"No disrespect intended, I merely spoke a universally acknowledged truth." Edgeworth embodied the essence of cunning and deceit to its absolute limit.

In contrast to Basham's outwardly menacing and treacherous demeanor, Edgeworth possessed a far more brazen and sinister heart.

"I was merely enlightening the beautiful, noble, and wise Goddess."

At that juncture, the elder garbed in crimson robes subtly held dominion over the room's atmosphere.

Yet, a delicate and enchanting laugh pierced through the mounting tension, shattering the oppressive mood.

"Regrettably, from my perspective, these betrothal gifts are... exceedingly and utterly dismal..."

A graceful smile graced the girl's lips, yet an unfathomable coldness lurked in her beautiful eyes, keeping others at a distance.

"I apologize, but it proves exceedingly difficult for me to betray my genuine feelings and feign surprise or admiration."

"Irrespective of whether I accept this offer or not, even if I were to exhibit the astonishment and vanity you anticipate... it would only lead to someone's disappointment."

"I have never bowed my head to anyone. I am Nuonuo, a sovereign entity unto myself."

A radiant and flawless beauty emanated from the young woman's countenance, possessing a nobility that rendered direct gazes almost impossible.

Her serene smile and the soft, melodious cadence of her voice clearly resonated with every individual present.

In that moment, members of the delegation within the hall felt an acute sense of shame wash over their faces.

And her pronouncements, delivered with such poise and grandeur, left absolutely no room for any challenge or rebuttal.

"Regardless of who you might disappoint or what you may have previously witnessed, esteemed Goddess, it appears you have overlooked a crucial detail: this is the prairie of the Barbaric Ascension Star."

"This is a land forged in blood and fire, where countless lives are extinguished and battles are waged daily."

"Therefore, I implore the esteemed Goddess to temper her words with a consideration of our harsh reality."

Edgeworth's weathered cheeks twitched momentarily before he offered a strained smile.

"The reality, Elder Edgeworth, is that a swan cannot alight upon a mire. Therefore, I must ask you to depart."

In that instant, as if transitioning back to a formal negotiation, the young woman addressed the situation with impeccable decorum.

"Hahaha, you lowly earthworms, cease your futile yearning for the stars above. Alva, escort our guests out."

Isaiah, with a resonant and powerful voice, burst into laughter as he rose from the beast bone chair.

The indomitable fighting spirit of the White Armor Tribe remained as fierce as ever.

Witnessing the eloquent but ultimately defeated representative of the Red Stone Tribe provided him with an immense sense of exhilaration.

It was a feeling far more satisfying than personally vanquishing a Star Beast.

Alva, who had long felt stifled, responded with hearty laughter and a firm declaration, "I will sever the heads of any invading foe, one by one!"

He cast an openly affectionate gaze towards the girl.

The scene they had just witnessed solidified his inner conviction: she was Alva’s fated partner.

Could that spineless Izewende possibly be worthy of marrying a Goddess?

Yet, Alva remained oblivious to the faint trace of solemnity that flickered deep within Isaiah’s eyes.

...

Observing the triumphant laughter from the opposing side, Edgeworth's eyes turned icy, though his face betrayed no anger, only a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

[At The End Of Its Tether].

Following this exchange of sharp words, he could finally ascertain that the Clan Leader of the White Armor Tribe, Isaiah—that lion-hearted man—likely possessed no further fighting capacity.

This implied...

That the opportune moment to strike was fast approaching.

With one side erupting in hearty cheers and the other harboring sinister intentions, the so-called negotiation between the two factions swiftly dissolved.

Both parties’ members began to file out from the grand tent.

The negotiation had reached its conclusion.

Once they exited the large tent, both sides would officially be in a state of hostility.

Edgeworth was confident that the White Armor Tribe would not interfere with him.

Under the starry expanse, the Hunter’s negotiation...

His White Armor Clan took immense pride in their warriors and would never violate the ancient pact concerning warrior's honor.

Even if they were to break it, he felt no fear.

Especially with Kemmler, the Black Water Tribe’s foremost expert in vine armor defense, at his side.

There was only Alva.

Still far too inexperienced.

"Hahaha!"

At this exact moment, Edgeworth’s unrestrained laughter boomed forth. His gaze swept over the radiant profile of the girl standing nearby, and he declared loudly:

"Miss Nuonuo, within a few days, your sentiment will undoubtedly change."

Meeting her captivating eyes, Edgeworth's smile turned chilling. Completely disregarding Alva’s furious stare, he turned away as if nothing had occurred.

By stepping through the entrance of this grand tent, the Red Stone Clan could formally initiate warfare.

...

...

Outside the massive tent, a young man whose expression shifted from excitement to a gradual calmness eventually lowered his head. Listening intently, a faint smile then graced his features.

At this point, he slowly lifted his head, the smile on his face imperceptibly vanishing, his gaze fixed directly upon the tent’s soon-to-be-opened entrance. His lips curled into a cold, indifferent arc.

His left foot gently lifted and landed softly.

As he approached the tent, he faced the vigilant stares of eighty armed guards from the Red Stone and Black Water clans...

He advanced with a composed air.

"Halt! Who goes there! No unauthorized personnel allowed!"

In that instant, dozens of crossbows and spears simultaneously targeted Mu Fan.

The sudden, decisive movement of the white-haired young man completely astounded the people behind him—the Lance group.