Chapter 57 – Political Unease

  Rumors in Novastra

  The streets of Novastra buzzed with unease. Markets bustled, ferries rocked gently along the canals, and spice-smoke curled from food stalls—but whispers threaded every corner.

  “Word has it the War Rabbits returned someone special!”

  “A newcomer… not from Novastra. A human!”

  “Why do we never catch a glimpse? He must be intriguing if he’s kept under wraps.”

  “He could be charming!”

  “He looked pretty ordinary strolling through the streets.”

  Merchants shook their heads, city guards muttered at their posts, and apprentices traded rumors over mugs of weak ale. Some painted him as a feral survivor, others as a savior. Among the peace faction’s supporters, he was spoken of simply as a man.

  A man—but a man the War Rabbit Guild had hidden away.

  Council Convenes

  Inside the majestic vaulted chamber of Novastra’s council hall, the fragrant incense danced in the air, striving to soften the metallic scent of iron and aged parchment. Two distinct groups of councilors faced each other, each embodying a unique perspective:

  Peace Faction: composed and thoughtful, they championed diplomacy with calm, measured voices.

  War Faction: passionate and intense, their sharp words and clenched fists displayed their fervor for strength and action.

  At the head of the table sat Lord Deogon, steady yet undeniably weighed down, his hands resting peacefully on the beautifully carved oak before him. Beside him stood the impressive Miss Hopps, her vibrant crimson sash and distinctive long ears a testament to her guild pride. At her side, Lola diligently recorded the lively exchange, her quill poised and eyes keenly observing every reaction.

  The atmosphere crackled with energy when General Rorik, the resolute leader of the War Faction, struck the table with a clang.

  “Tell me, Hopps—do you really want to test the council’s patience? Or do you think we’re unaware of the stakes?”

  Murmurs echoed through the chamber, as this pivotal question hung in the air, igniting fresh anticipation.

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  Hopps’ Defense

  Miss Hopps stood her ground, arms crossed and voice unwavering.

  “He’s not a weapon or a spy; he’s a recruit—injured but eager, and he’s adapting faster than anyone I’ve seen from the city. His mana control may be a bit rough around the edges,” she admitted, carefully sidestepping the word volatile, “but his dedication is remarkable. He trains harder than most, eats well, sleeps soundly, and enjoys playful banter with his peers. He’s incredibly stubborn and simply doesn’t know how to give up.”

  Rorik scoffed. “Magic is nurtured from childhood, and magical discipline is painstakingly developed over years. You want us to believe he’s just a late bloomer?”

  Hopps met his gaze, crimson eyes determined. “I urge you to trust in what you observe. You'll soon see the truth.”

  In a commanding yet calm tone, Lord Deogon intervened, bringing the discussion to a halt.

  “Let’s stay focused. Today, we’ll discuss two key topics: the Aku’s upcoming negotiations and this trial.”

  The chamber hushed as he added, “Lady Lumin will be sending her terms shortly. We must prepare for either peace or conflict. Until then, Novastra depends on the Guild.”

  He turned his gaze to Hopps. “Report.”

  Guild Report

  Hopps stood tall, her words sharp and deliberate, radiating confidence in the gravity of the situation.

  "To the east, the population of Wild Magical Beasts is growing every month. Our Howlcrest Crest operatives are doing a great job managing them, but without our efforts, Novastra would already be in a dire predicament. Scouts have spotted those ominous golden and silver eyes on the borders—it’s the Aku patrols. They’re watching and waiting, but so far, they haven’t crossed over. The reason remains a mystery."

  She took a moment to let her words sink in, then Lola stepped forward, presenting a small, beautifully inscribed token that sparkled delicately in the light.

  "Thanks to Luro’s brilliant design, the Guild has crafted these innovative mana-linked tokens. Each recruit will carry one throughout their survival trial. If a token is broken, it sends an immediate distress signal and a magical flare. They also track mana flow, injuries… even intent! To ensure transparency, the Council will have access to this invaluable data."

  The members of the War Faction leaned in, skeptical, while those from the Peace Faction were clearly intrigued.

  "Now, about the Trial,"

  Hopps continued, her voice resonating with conviction as she filled the chamber with her presence.

  "In just three months, our initiates—will embark on their survival trial. They’ll be dropped solo along the borderlands for two weeks with no reinforcements. They will scavenge, endure challenges, and confront weaker-class W.M.B. until they are retrieved. Also don't have to worry about the over hunting these areas needed clearing we been managing the population."

  A heavy silence settled in the room after her announcement.

  "This trial is not just a test of survival; it’s a measure of character, teamwork, and resolve. If there are doubts about Seven’s potential, let this trial reveal the truth. Either he will stand with us as a true member of the Guild or show himself as an outsider."

  She fixed her gaze on Rorik. "And to ease any concerns, every outcome will be documented. We will record every surge of mana, every choice made, every lesson learned. We have nothing to hide."

  Rorik leaned back, smirking. "So you're wagering Novastra's trust on this one man?"

  Hopps responded with quiet determination. "I’m placing my faith in the Guild. We’ve always stood strong for this city. But if you see him as a threat, perhaps the real question is why he’s not the only one we should be watching."

  A subtle tension filled the air as the council began to reconsider the implications of her words.

  Closing Unease

  The atmosphere was electric with debate.

  On one side, the Peace Faction celebrated the Guild's transparency, seeing a promising future with Seven’s involvement.

  Meanwhile, the War Faction called for exile, arguing that secrecy indicated a looming threat.

  In the midst of the clash, Deogon raised a hand, and a hush fell over the hall.

  “The matter stands. Let the trial continue. If this recruit earns his place, we’ll witness it ourselves.”

  Hopps nodded thoughtfully, knowing she had gained a crucial moment, yet her heart was heavy.

  As she and Lola made their way out, the younger rabbit whispered, “You’ve bought us time, but it’s fleeting.”

  Hopps responded quietly but firmly, “To little time.”

  Meanwhile, beyond Novastra’s barrier, two golden eyes flickered open, observing everything intently.