The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 40: Chapter 36: The Strength Of Stone

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Chapter 36 The Strength Of Stone “Often when people see leadership, all that they see is the power and prestige of office. They never see all of this tower blasted paperwork. I don't know if I've ever even seen the bottom of one of these piles,” said Lord Cril. The surface of her desk was organized into stacks of the stiff paper made from the farmer’s recycled plant matter. She finally looked up to speak directly to her attendant. “It’s never enough. No matter how much we manage to increase crop yields, or dig out more space for the farms or ranches. I refuse to enforce population control measures. Tower knows my predecessor wouldn’t have had such reservations, may he rot in his grave.” “Well, any man that could intentionally scar the face of his daughter is unlikely to be the most morally upright leader,” said the hunch-backed attendant. “You’re lucky I don’t punch you for bringin’ that up, brother. I have no qualms fightin’ a cripple,” she said. However, the small movement at the side of her lips betrayed her serious tone. In all of the stress they were both under, the siblings started laughing together. “It wasn’t even that funny, you’ve just been wound up so tight that you’re crackin’ under the pressure. I’ll likely have to call for a mind-healer soon to repair the damage to your poor fractured mind,” her brother said. Cril stood from the seat behind her desk, laughing as she replied, “You are really askin’ for it. One more word from you, and it’ll be my fist in your face. If you really want a beatin’ that badly then maybe you should…” The light of the mana-torches flickered like they had before the recent quake. Bells rang through the city, but this was not the normal ringing of a simple warning bell that might announce a tunnel collapse; these were the tolls of battle. Cril leapt over her desk, knocking the stacks of paper aside. Metal ground against rock as she took up her war hammer. The usual knock at the doors was ignored as they were swung open with no announcement. One of her guards burst in to confirm what she already knew was the meaning behind the bells. “My Lord, we’re under attack!” “Seb, arm yourself,” she said as she grabbed her shield. This very well may have been the danger that Nik had sent his guard, Stics, to warn them about. She moved, knowing that her brother would follow after. He would always fight at her side. As they rounded the last corner they found Lower Captain Takk already rushing toward them from the building’s front door. “Takk, brief me,” Burrow Lord Cril commanded. “Shadow monsters from the city’s main entrance, Lord. We closed off the tunnel behind the three that made it in, but reports say that we can feel them digging. At least thirty-four upperguards and three lowerguards fell takin’ down the initial burst of monsters. One was a healer and seven of them were earth-shapers… And there were six civilians: two women, three men and a child.” The burrow lord's steps faltered. “Forty-three lives lost, to three of them? Send a messenger through the side tunnels to every nearby burrow, with warnin’ and those numbers. They need to know how dangerous this threat is.” “Yes, Lord,” Takk said, turning to shout orders to another guard who went running once the words had been spoken. They walked at a fast pace through the door and onto the streets of Brekk, and Takk had needed to run in order to catch up. “Did we get a glimpse of their numbers beyond the mouth of the tunnel?” Cril asked the captain. “It was difficult to tell, My Lord. They appeared to have many shapes and sizes. Dozens, maybe hundreds or more fill the tunnels now,” he replied. Their ranks swelled as her lowerguard fell into step beside and behind. She thought, These are the best warriors that any lord could hope to have fightin’ for their burrow, and depending on how many shadows filled the tunnel, their numbers might be far too few. One of Cril's guards moved in closer. The guard bowed her head as she met the burrow lord's pace and