The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3082

Chapter 3082: Ylvaine's Embrace

Ves dressed up for today. He wore the dress uniform version of his outfit complete with badges and lustrous red cape.

The reason for doing so became very clear as he entered one of the hangar bays of the Spirit of Bentheim.

The entire place had been cleared out of the usual Bright Warriors, shuttles and other junk that ordinarily occupied this large compartment.

In their place stood large, massive mechs whose bulk and size completely suppressed the Larkinsons attending this solemn ceremony in person.

Many different decorations covered up the metallic and utilitarian interior. White banners depicting a stylized eye outlined in black featured prominently around the Larkinsons. The pupil of the eye also contained a small and barely noticeable figure of a mech.

Though the identity of the group behind the banner was not immediately apparent, the other banners and decorations were quite familiar to those who once visited the Ylvaine Protectorate.

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The typical symbols of the Ylvainan Faith as well as statues and other depictions of the Great Prophet himself made it abundantly clear that this ceremony completely centered around a certain religious sub-group within the Larkinson Clan!

The only disturbing element of the decor was that the Ylvainans had also been liberal about placing lifelike statues of Ves around the place. He tried his best to ignore the implications of their presence.

"Gather up!"

Many Larkinsons had squeezed into the hangar bay at the moment. The entire clan knew this was an important moment in its history. The Penitent Sisters had been the latest mech force to become a part of the clan's fighting forces, and that happened such a long time ago that the majority of new members weren't even present!

A huge number of Larkinsons possessed no special attachment to the Komodo Star Sector. Even though this was the birthplace of the founders and early members of the Larkinson Clan, the ones that came afterwards only possessed a dubious connection to this remote region.

Ves inwardly shook his head at the realization. The further the expeditionary fleet traveled, the more the original Komodo influence became diluted. The assimilation of tens of thousands of Lifers, Heavensworders and Purnessers fundamentally altered the cultural makeup of the clan.

Though the original Larkinson values and principles still remained dominant, the growing diversity underneath this major undercurrent caused the clan to shift in a direction that Ves didn't particularly like but could do nothing to prevent.

There were only so many trueblood Larkinsons available. When he originally made his decision to open up his clan to external recruitment, he anticipated that a situation like this would come.

It was too late to feel any regret, not that it mattered all that much. Ves was much happier about the benefits that rapid growth and expansion brought. He would have never been able to command tens of thousands of mech pilots, have several genuine expert pilots at his disposal, acquire several strategic capital ships and have the guts to travel to the Red Ocean without accepting a lot of newcomers to the fold.

Ultimately, he was pleased with the present state of his clan. The overall mood among the gathered Larkinsons was both harmonious and energetic. This was especially now that they were about to celebrate an important occasion.

When Ves walked up to the podium, he briefly nodded to General Verle before moving over a pair of notable clansmen.

Taon Melin possessed a much different demeanor from last time. The expert candidate that had contributed much in the Battle of Reckoning previously seemed out of place as the leader of the small but influential Ylvainan contingent among the clansmen.

He no longer looked lost anymore. The former elite mech pilot of the Ylvaine Protectorate had matured quickly during the last couple months. Like many admirable people, Taon rose to the occasion when the Ylvainans thrust a lot of responsibility in his hands.

To be honest, Taon was not the most appropriate choice to lead the Ylvainans. As an expert candidate, he should be focusing full-time on polishing his skills and closing the distance to the coveted rank of expert pilot.

However, it appeared he ultimately accepted the need for the Ylvainans to rally around a leader with a notable identity within the group. The Living Prophet's shoes were hard to fill for any person, so Ves didn't envy Taon's role.

Currently, the expert candidate was garbed in a pure white robe that only contained enough accents to accentuate his special status.

Different people wore robes in different ways. Some were able to exude peace and serenity like the Living Prophet. Others resembled corpses that had risen up from coffins. A few might even make the impression that they were shifty fugitives who were on the run from the law.

Taon's demeanor did not match any of those impressions. Instead, Ves saw a mixture of a soldier, a leader and a priest.

Yes, a priest. As he stepped closer and closer, Ves mentally felt as if he approached a holy figure. Though Taon was far from matching the pure and radiant presence of James Ylvaine, the expert candidate's nascent force of will had shifted in character.

It was as if Taon had become a magnet to the adherents of the Ylvainan Faith. Anyone who shared his beliefs would instinctively feel close to him. This was a quality that only true leaders possessed.

"Bright Martyr." He greeted to Ves.

"Patriarch Ves." Samandra Avikon bowed.

The woman standing next to Taon was an odd sight, and not because of her altered glowing orange reptilian eyes. She wore a similar garment that of the Ylvainan leader, only hers was slimmer and less ostentatious.

Ves looked a bit taken aback at her current appearance. The former Lifer was supposed to be a priestess of a cult called Spiritus Sancti. Why did she attend this ceremony in the garb of an Ylvainan?

The question on his face was as clear as day. Both Taon and Samandra looked at each other for a moment before the latter decided to explain.

"We people of faith have a lot more in common than we thought." The middle-aged woman began. "When my compatriots and I became a part of this blessed clan, we were struggling to find our place. As you can imagine, our beliefs centered around the divinity of the flesh, but biomechs do not hold much appeal to the majority of your clansmen."

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