"Notify the God-descendant of Akame City. Give them the kingdom's 'request': either stop the Feather Prince's westward migration, or give the kingdom one more reason to campaign against Akame City."
Xolotl made his decision, and the captain of the guards, Ekat, wrote it into formal text. Then the king stamped it with his seal, and the official royal decree was issued. The scribe Irene sat in the corner and copied the proclaimed decree as a record. The kingdom's concentrated power let royal authority be conveyed efficiently. There were no cumbersome regulations or systems; rise and fall all depended on "people."
"Head of the family, the Purepecha people are different from the Wasteland Dog-kin. They are rooted in farming and live settled lives in villages with ample water. Across the whole Lake Chapala region, the two or three hundred thousand Purepecha people could never all migrate with the Feather Prince, Penguari. And even if a hundred thousand migrated, finding a new settlement in the western lands with lush water and grass, suitable for planting, would not be easy!"
The captain of the guards, Ekat, pondered for a moment, then spoke his view steadily.
"Even if the Feather Prince has already shown signs of migrating west, within a year or two, he won't be able to move too many tribes, nor move very far. All the fertile lake lands and valleys west of Lake Chapala are already occupied by Tecos tribes. If the Chapala tribes move west, the first thing they'll face is slaughtering their way through those Tecos tribes... This struggle of his is merely acting as the vanguard for you, my king!"
Hearing this, Xolotl nodded slightly. His gaze lingered on the great Lake Chapala for a moment, then shifted toward the rolling Sierra Madre Occidental west of the lake.