“I’d like to ask you, my lady, where exactly is princess Elyenora?” The man asked, walking up to Nadia’s desk and revealing his visage clad in black garbs, there was a pair of jagged daggers at his waist and a dreadful aura surrounding him. Nadia furrowed her brows, thinking to herself, ‘An assassin...? Already?’ She’d been expecting someone like this to arrive, but not today, not so soon... … “Thank you for the tea, Nadia.” Elyenora spoke somberly, drinking from the cup which the soon to be newly appointed city lord had given her. “It’s of no problem, princess.” Nadia sat down at the table which the two women were using, “But pray do tell, why the sudden visit?” She asked. This was the discussion of the night before the princess’ departure for Nepel, when she visited Nadia and asked for a private discussion. “Hmm...” Elyenora mused at the question, wondering how to start this talk of hers, “I’m worried.” “Worried? About what exactly?” Nadia asked, feeling a little concerned
At the small town of Nepel, in one remote section with an Inn inside of which a group of people were staying, there was some commotion going on during the night... “Drull! Give Siya the butter!” A short girl with white hair bellowed, pouting her face as she extended her arm. “No! You’re eating too much of this, Siya!” The tall man with ruffled black hair in front of her responded, pulling his hand back which held the butter in question. There was a group of four sitting down at a small table, the two in the midst of arguing being across each other. “Now, now Siya, don’t be too greedy about food.” A beautiful blond girl sitting on the right of the short white haired one tried to calm her down, looking to her pleadingly. “No, Ely! No! Siya wants butter!” Siya bellowed, stomping on the ground with both feet one after the other. “Are you a child?!” The bald man who’d been sitting to the other side quietly shouted, slamming the table with his palm, “What’s with the tantrum? Shut up a
The morning rays of the sun went through the window panes, reaching throughout the room of the five slumbering party members and illuminating it with their bright light.Elyenora was the first to wake up, sitting up to glance over the small carnage that her comrades had left behind after last night’s drinking party. She simply shook her head slightly and began getting out of the bed with a hum of melody surrounding her.The friends she’d made so suddenly on her quest had indeed become precious to her, even with the short amount of time she’d known them for, she’d learned much about their personalities and lives after the many talks they’d had during the travel to Nepel and within the town itself.It did however pain her that those who’d been lost in battle never got the chance to give their story to her, perhaps she’d come to know them as friends as well.But that’s all in the past no
The princess may know how to ride a horse from her days back in the capital when she was still in training, however a carriage is outside her realm of expertise.‘It can’t be too different from a horse, right?’ She thought, using the reins to try and command the horses forward.The reins hit the horses’ backs and they began to march forth leisurely, walking away from the stable grounds and towards the streets.“It’s not that hard, I guess... I did see others do it too, before when I rode on a carriage with them.” Elyenora mumbled to herself, feeling a bit proud to have taken up the role of carriage coachman so quickly.She had the horses move through the streets mostly on instinct, there were a few close calls where she nearly had them go off course or almost made them rush forward, but she thankfully didn’t even notice the blunders nor committed fully to them.Having mos
…Four years ago, at the Western outer edges of Benulis that border with the Sultanate of Pia, a desert country whose population is far different from that of Benulis’ and has always been one to regularly cause skirmishes with all their neighbors.Like any other year, the men of Pia would send their youths to battle their enemy’s forces as a trial of manhood, those who survive would be pronounced warriors and would get to return home with honor while those who fail to survive only bring shame to their families with the death of a weakling.And today was one such day where Benulis’ border was once again under siege.“Bows at the ready!” The gruff voice of a middle-aged man bellowed across the whole area, “Ready! Aim...!”His voice continued to sound from atop a stone wall as a horde of silhouettes charged forward and towards the very walls this man see
…Back in the present, Elyenora couldn’t help but laugh out loud as she remembered those scenes.“Hahaha! Grandpa Leo sure did a number on the enemy forces back then.”The scene of him jumping off the walls and quite literally ‘butchering’ the enemy forces, so that he could prove his moniker was still as clear as day in her mind.‘As if I could ever forget that scene, he nearly gave me a heart attack back then...’ Elyenora thought to herself, remembering of how panicked she’d gotten once he hopped down from the fort walls. ‘I remember thinking both how scary the battlefield looked and how much I wished to be able to so freely jump into the fray like that...’The reminiscing of those days was ended shortly after the point where the old Leonidas single handedly pushed the hordes of orcs back and forced them to retreat with their tails between their
…Within a land filled with carnage stood one lone figure, whose bluish armor had been dyed in a crimson ruby unlike its usual sapphire coloring. The man’s twin scimitars stood on both his sides as he looked from side to side with a calm demeanor.In every direction for as far as the eye could see, there laid the bodies of once proud orcs who’d come seeking their honor in battle, but the only thing that they’d found was a fate at the butcher’s knives.Limbs littered the ground and warm red liquids dripped in puddles everywhere, most of the corpses had been so disfigured that you’d find it hard to recognize them as orcs at this point.Those who’d survived had long since run away in retreat, wishing to never again witness a man such as the one they’d faced on this day.While the ones that had witness the event stood in silence, not knowing whether they should cheer for vic
Silence spread throughout the battlefield littered with the orcish bodies, as the squad of soldiers all looked on with shock at the man who’d basically just betrayed each and every one of their expectations.“S-Sir Leonidas... What do you mean by that...?” One of the soldiers finally spoke up as beads of sweat flowed down the side of his forehead.“You heard me, I’m not participating in the raid.” Leonidas repeated his earlier words, bringing about an unfortunate reality to the soldiers.The soldiers couldn’t believe their ears, all the excitement from earlier completely vanished as they felt it was unfair for him to simply leave everything in their hands after only now arriving.“Why not?!” A second soldier bellowed, obviously outraged at the notion, “You’re the Hungry Butcher, are you not?! You just decimated them by yourself! Why would you leave now, right before