After the battle against the horde of monsters, the Salvatian military forces were assisting the wounded Unyonian soldiers, carefully escorting them to the newly set-up medical tent. Xavier issued a command, instructing the medics to use their advanced technological medical equipment to tend to the injured. The Unyonians, though surprised to find humans in this place, quickly realized that these humans were different from those they had known in their previous lives. Despite the unfamiliarity, they accepted their help without hesitation.

Elena sat on a chair, feeling her wounds heal rapidly as a medic administered a healing syringe.

The medic glanced at her, asking, "Feeling better?"

"Uh, yes, thank you," Elena replied, her voice still soft.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the medic moved on to the next patient, leaving Elena to her thoughts. She sat in silence, trying to process everything she had just witnessed. The intensity of Xavier's actions against the monsters weighed heavily on her mind. The sheer power and determination he had displayed left her in awe, but it also drained her—her mana spent in the chaos. Her eyes followed him as he continued to move with resolve, his expression cold and merciless towards their enemies. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, her hands trembling slightly from the aftermath.

Just then, Blaise approached her, concern written on his face.

"Elena! How are your wounds?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

She looked up, her expression softening. "What? Oh, Blaise. Yes, I'm fine. The humans gave me some kind of strange healing potion. I can feel my entire body healing already."

Blaise gave her a small smile, reassuring her. "It's the same for my people."

Elena's brows furrowed slightly, her thoughts turning to her comrades. "Your people... Are they safe?"

"They are," Blaise answered confidently. "They're being cared for by these humans."

She hesitated, uncertainty clouding her voice. "But... How can you be sure they can be trusted to take care of your people? What if they try to deceive you, make you believe they're helping when they're not?"

Before Blaise could respond, a voice interrupted them.

"If it were a deception, I'd tell you the truth right now."

They turned to find Xavier standing nearby, his presence unnoticed until now.

Blaise immediately lowered his head. "S-Supreme Leader, please forgive my friend here. She's—"

Xavier raised a hand to stop him. "It's fine, Blaise. I understand. Some demihumans have every right to distrust humans because of past wrongs. It's not your fault."

Elena, taken aback by his words, quickly stood up and bowed deeply in apology. "I'm sorry for being so rude to you! If my rudeness offends you, I'll cut off my finger as an apology."

Xavier quickly stepped forward, gesturing for her to stop. "Whoa, stop right there. There's no need for that. I'm only acknowledging that humans have been wrong to demihumans, even to your kind."

Elena froze, her bow halting as she looked up at him in surprise.

Elena stood before Xavier, her expression mixed with gratitude and concern. "I... we thank you and your people for helping us defeat the monsters that threatened to destroy the only refuge we have left."

Xavier gave a slight nod, his voice calm. "You're welcome. It's the least we can do—to protect those, whether human or non-human, from threats that would harm them. After all, we are far better than the Old Humanity from the world outside."

"Old Humanity?" Elena's curiosity sparked, but Xavier seemed to catch himself, as though he'd revealed something unintended. He cleared his throat, quickly shifting the conversation.

"Forget I said that," Xavier replied, brushing off the slip. "Anyway, I see your forces are getting along well with my people, especially now that we've provided them with medical syringes to heal their wounds."

Blaise nodded in appreciation. "We are truly grateful, Supreme Leader."

Elena hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Um, excuse me, Supreme Leader."

Xavier raised a hand, his tone more relaxed. "Please, call me Sir. No need for formalities."

"Uh, okay?" Elena responded, still unsure. "Sir Xavier, what brings you here? We're in the middle of a war with monsters, and frankly, I didn't expect humans to come to our aid."

Xavier's gaze grew serious. "We have our own mission. We are expanding our territory to this continent. We initially thought we were the only ones here, but it seems I was mistaken. I didn't realize there were natives like you living here, and it's clear that these monsters have destroyed the home your people built."

Elena's eyes widened, her voice trembling with a hint of panic. "You were expanding your land? Does that mean you came here to colonize us, to make us your slaves?"

She realized too late how her words had sounded, her tone overreacting.

Blaise stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Elena!"

Xavier waved off the concern, his expression steady. "There's no need to worry, Blaise," he said, before turning to Elena. "I understand your fear. It's easy to assume that all humans would try to enslave non-humans, to treat them as property. Let me tell you, that's the way of the worst of humanity."

Elena blinked, her anger momentarily replaced with confusion. "Huh?"

"You could say that my people and I are nothing like those humans," Xavier continued. "In fact, we are far better than the Old Humanity."

Elena frowned, her curiosity piqued. "Hold on. You said your people are better than the Old Human race?"

Xavier's smile deepened. "That's right."

Elena's eyes narrowed. "Then... what are you?"

Xavier stood tall, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "We are Salvatians. Or, if you prefer, we call ourselves Neohumans."

Blaise's brow furrowed. "Neohumans?"

Xavier nodded. "We are a new race of humanity, one that surpasses the old. We are far more advanced than humans in this world, and we do not look down on non-humans as inferior. We see them as equals, as Neohumans. We treat demihumans as our own, and we do not tolerate racism or discrimination. That is the truth."

His words hung in the air, resonating with a sense of conviction. Both Blaise and Elena were left speechless, the weight of his declaration settling in. They realized they were standing before someone who truly believed in equality, someone who viewed their race as an equal, not a lesser being.

Elena, still processing what she'd just heard, finally spoke. "Wow... I've never heard a speech so powerful. Maybe... maybe your words are true. I can trust you."

Xavier gave a small, approving nod. "Good. Now, on to the main issue. I would like to meet with the leaders of what's left of your kingdom for a diplomatic mission."

Elena blinked, taken aback. "You want to meet our leaders?"

"That's right," Xavier replied without hesitation.

Elena turned her gaze away, lost in thought. She may have found some trust in Xavier's words, but her doubts remained. She needed to fully understand why the Neohumans were here, especially if their arrival was tied to territorial expansion. Blaise leaned in, whispering softly.

"Maybe it's a good idea to bring him to them. He's never lied about his stance on equality for our people."

Elena turned to him, skepticism still present in her voice. "Are you sure? They came here to expand their empire across the land we live in."

"I know," Blaise admitted, his tone calm but earnest. "But he's willing to speak with our leader. I'm sure he has his reasons. Besides, we need allies. He has powerful weapons, and his leadership is... formidable."

Blaise's words lingered in her mind, the weight of his reasoning sinking in. With a resigned sigh, Elena turned back to Xavier.

"Alright," she said, her decision made. "We'll take you to our leader."

Xavier's expression brightened. "Great! Though I would ask that you allow four of my men to accompany me as bodyguards when we meet your leader."

Elena hesitated for a moment, considering the request. "Hmm... Four is fine. The rest of your soldiers will stay here."

"Understood," Xavier responded, his tone steady and unwavering.

...

Timeskip

Xavier issued a direct order to his lieutenant, instructing him to secure the area in case the monsters made another appearance. With the situation in hand, he brought four shock troopers along to serve as his personal bodyguards. As they followed Elena down the narrow, rugged path, their destination was clear: the place where the survivors of the fallen kingdom had sought refuge. Meanwhile, Blaise would go to reunite with the survivors from his own village, who had fled here in the hopes of finding safety.

As they arrived at the settlement, Xavier's gaze swept across the scene before him. A patchwork community of various sentient species had taken root, some living in makeshift tents, others in newly built wooden houses that offered a semblance of home amidst the chaos. The diversity was striking—no single species dominated the landscape. It was a place where survival took precedence over all else.

Xavier's thoughts stirred as he took in the sight: So many different species... Perhaps I should use the identification status ability to learn more about them.

With a silent nod to himself, Xavier activated his unique ability, one that allowed him to view the hidden identification status of those around him. Only he could see these intricate details, a silent acknowledgment of the varied races that called this place home. Each creature, each face, was now cataloged in his mind, as he observed the life that had flourished amidst the ruins.

Xavier POV

Xavier's eyes scanned the diverse crowd, each species drawing his attention with their unique features. He had become accustomed to this world, but even now, the variety before him never ceased to intrigue him.

First, his gaze fell on the Beastfolk. They were humans with animal-like traits, some of them sporting a humanoid appearance with distinct animal features, while others resembled fully realized humanoid animals. The differences were subtle, but distinct, enough for Xavier to draw a line between them. For clarity's sake, he mentally dubbed the completely animal-like beings as Wildfolk, reserving the term Beastfolk for those who were a blend of human and animal.

Next, he noted the Elves. Tall, with pointed ears and blonde hair, they were perhaps related to the Aryan archetypes from his world, though Xavier doubted it. Their intelligence was undeniable, but so too was their arrogance. They believed themselves to be the pinnacle of evolution, and in their pride, they often regarded others as beneath them. Still, Xavier refused to judge them too harshly. He knew better than to draw quick conclusions about an entire species based on preconceived notions.

Then came the Dark Elves, an obvious contrast to the High Elves. Their black skin marked them as something different, and they carried with them a dark reputation. They were said to be born of evil, tied to the Demon race, and enemies of the High Elves. The racial tension between the two groups was palpable, and Xavier couldn't help but compare it to the racial struggles of his own world, particularly the injustice faced by Black people in the U.S. He would never forgive those who perpetuated such hatred, and he vowed to ensure that history didn't repeat itself in this world.

Fauns, with their half-human, half-goat bodies, appeared next in his vision. Unlike the Satyrs of Greek myth, these Fauns were much more civilized and peaceful, though they could be fierce if provoked. Xavier found them intriguing, and the idea of their existence led him to wonder if Satyrs, too, could be real in this world.

Harpies followed. Half-human, half-bird creatures who, in myth, were notorious for their viciousness. Yet here, they were sentient and more civilized, with both male and female Harpies among them, clad in native clothing. Their ability to attack with razor-sharp claws and feathers was impressive, but Xavier suspected their true nature would reveal itself soon enough.

Ogron/Ogress hybrids, a curious mix of human and ogre traits, were next. They were a product of forced breeding, the result of ogres taking human females by force. It was a bitter reality, one that Xavier despised, but he understood that their strength could prove valuable. The prejudice they faced from their ogre kin was shameful, and Xavier made a silent vow to combat it.

Oni, demons from Japanese myth, caught Xavier's attention next. These creatures combined the traits of ogres and demons, but they maintained a code of honor. It reminded him of the samurai of his world, who revered honor above all else. They seemed friendly, in their own way, and Xavier couldn't help but feel a certain respect for them.

Hobgoblins came next. Related to goblins but more humanoid in appearance, they were a more civilized race, though not without their own internal strife. Goblins despised them, and the hobgoblins were often discriminated against because of their origins. Xavier saw potential in them and resolved to help them find their place in the world.

Centaurs, half-human, half-horse, were a welcome sight. Their speed and strength made them perfect candidates for combat, and Xavier considered them a valuable asset to any army. Their natural talents in battle would make them ideal cavalry, and he immediately began planning how they could be integrated into his forces.

Then came the Demons and Angels, creatures of pure good and evil. Xavier was taken aback by their coexistence. In his world, such beings were sworn enemies, yet here they stood, side by side. He couldn't fathom the history that had brought them to this point, but he wasn't about to meddle. He preferred to remain neutral in matters of celestial conflict, choosing to stand in the gray rather than take sides.

Cambions, born of both human and demon blood, followed closely behind. Shunned by both humans and demons, they were the ultimate half-breeds. Xavier, however, saw no reason to treat them differently. Salvatia, his realm, was a place where all beings, regardless of their origin, could find refuge. He embraced their existence and made a silent promise to protect them from prejudice.

Werewolves, or Lycanthals, caught Xavier's eye next. Their strength, claws, and magic made them formidable, but he wondered if they could control their aggression. They seemed more civilized than the mythological creatures he knew, and he hoped that they could be trusted.

Vampires, with their gray skin and bloodlust, intrigued him. Their abilities—superhuman speed, claws, teeth, and magic—were impressive, but their fear of sunlight made them dangerous. Still, Xavier saw potential in their abilities for military use, and he was willing to make a deal with them if it meant they would fight for him.

Orcs followed. With their immense strength, they were perfect for carrying heavy weapons into battle. Xavier considered them ideal candidates for his military, especially for handling heavy artillery. Perhaps they could even be part of his envisioned Vindictanium Order, though that would require more planning.

Lamia, half-human, half-snake, were the next in line. They were not as fearsome as the mythology suggested, but their all-female society required males for reproduction. Xavier didn't concern himself with their reproduction issues—he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Lizardfolk, intelligent and warrior-like, caught his attention next. They had once been part of a tribe but now served the Kingdom of Unyonia. Their combat skills would make them a valuable asset to any military force.

Dragonewts, with their reptilian features and dragon-like traits, were another species Xavier took note of. They were a fascinating mix of human and dragon, and he wondered how their abilities might complement his plans.

Canine Kobolds, dog-faced creatures who had once lived underground, were now adapting to life above ground. Their development was a good sign, and Xavier made a mental note to keep an eye on them.

Dragonic Kobolds, larger than their dog-faced cousins, also caught his attention. He couldn't discern any major differences between them, but their size and strength made them formidable. He decided not to concern himself too much with the details.

Arachnes, half-human, half-spider, were the next to cross his path. They seemed peaceful, despite their unsettling appearance. As with many others, Xavier was willing to offer them a place in his society.

Finally, Monoeyes, or Optikons, appeared before him. With their single, large eye, they resembled cyclopes, though they were far more human in appearance. Their ancient feud with Cyclopes intrigued Xavier, and he wondered if their unique vision would make them excellent snipers.

With that, Xavier deactivated his identification ability. He had learned all he needed to know about the inhabitants of Unyonia and its diverse species.

Xavier POV Ended

As they walked on, Xavier and his bodyguards noticed the curious gazes of the onlookers, their eyes wide with shock and surprise at the sight of humans for the first time. Xavier, unfazed, chose to ignore their stares, his focus ahead. They pressed on, eventually arriving at their destination—a meeting place with the leaders of the remnants of the fallen kingdom. But as they drew closer, Xavier's eyes were drawn to a temple looming ahead of them, its presence commanding attention.

Xavier approached Elena and spoke, his voice calm yet authoritative.

"Commander, is that a temple?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the structure ahead.

Elena nodded, her expression serious. "Yes. During our time of peace, we discovered this ancient temple. It's a sacred place, believed to have been built either by a god or the ancient civilization that once ruled this continent before it mysteriously vanished. It is so revered that we've taken it upon ourselves to protect it, hoping to uncover more about its origins. For now, we use it as a refugee camp for our people to survive."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And the leaders?"

"With the king dead," Elena explained, "the princess was meant to take the throne. But she's young and lacks the experience needed to lead us in battle. So, we've appointed four council members to guide us in her stead."

"Who are these council members, and what races do they represent?" Xavier inquired.

Elena's eyes briefly flickered as she named them. "A high elf, a lizardman, a demon, and an ogrillon. Those are the leaders you'll be meeting."

As they neared the temple entrance, two guards stepped forward, their spears crossing to block their path.

"Halt!" one of the guards commanded.

Elena, unfazed, stepped forward. "I am the commander of the army. I've come to bring these people to meet our leaders."

The guard's eyes darted behind her, noticing Xavier and his bodyguards, their advanced military uniforms and equipment standing in stark contrast to the simplicity of the temple.

"You brought humans here?" the guard asked, his tone laced with disbelief.

Elena stood firm. "I take full responsibility for bringing them. They're here for diplomacy, to meet with our leaders."

The guard hesitated, a moment of uncertainty passing over him before he made his decision. "Very well. We'll inform the leaders about the unexpected guests. In the meantime, we'll escort them to the council room."

"Thank you," Elena said, turning to Xavier. "Supreme Leader?"

Xavier gave a nod. "Lead the way."

The Unyonian guard led them to the council room's door, where they paused.

"Stay here. I'll inform them of your arrival," the guard instructed before entering the room.

Elena turned to Xavier and his bodyguards, her voice lowering as she briefed them. "Listen carefully. In that room, there are two gallery seats on each side, occupied by witnesses from different species who have joined the council. And I must warn you—there are some who won't be pleased with your presence, despite you and your people being Neohumans and not the typical humans. So, if you're worried about—"

Xavier raised a hand, silencing her. "No need to worry, Captain Elena. I'll manage."

Elena looked at him for a moment, her eyes searching his. "Are you sure?"

"Indeed," Xavier replied confidently.

She nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Then I trust your words. I hope you know what you're doing."

Just then, the guard returned, announcing their arrival. "The council is waiting for you. You may enter."

Xavier turned to his shock troopers. "Stay here and stand guard," he ordered, his voice steady. He took a deep breath, adjusting his uniform as he prepared himself. This was his moment, a chance to make history in this new world, and hopefully, to gain the support of the council and its people for Salvatia.

With Elena by his side, he stepped into the room. The princess, the council members, and the witnesses seated in the galleries awaited them. This meeting would shape the future, and Xavier was determined to make it count.