Everyone remained silent as they stared at what Chris was holding. None of them could believe that he could return the drogan to a babe.Aslein, being in his true form, looked so innocent and cute as he should have been from the beginning.“How is this possible?”Was all Asron could say as he was on his knees, tearing up at the sight of his child. The warrior was could not help his emotions from rushing.“It’s because I removed him from his shell. The body he had before was but an armor. It was a precautionary measure I had to put to make sure he survives if something were to happen to me.”He explained the method that he had used.Of course, he could not divulge that mystery before since it may endanger the babe, so he kept it a secret from everyone. The idea of a fearsome fighter was so that no one would dare try to do anything on the child.“I’ve never heard of such a spell.”Hemlock was still wide eyes, unable to remove his sight from the sleeping infant in his hands.“That’s beca
They were taking a stroll within the castle gardens after that little debate.It didn’t bode well for him, especially after the youngsters starting asking questions about why he had done that, instead of fighting them off.Cortus and the others were questioning his reasoning behind all that, cause even he seemed he did not understand himself that time.“Weren’t you too harsh with little one? I thought you’ve already moved on with his use of magic?”Hemlock states. His expression showed concern as he notices the pain and weight on Asron’s face.“He used Herlein’s womb to create that weapon!”It still pained him to know that they did such an atrocity on his beloved wife. That was the one thing that he could not get over with up to now.“And how do you think would he have saved your son if he did not use it?”The wizard asks, piqued by such a reasoning, considering that the human had already explained himself well.He had also wanted to make his friend understand the entire situation was
“Why did you do it?”Cortus’s voice was deep, calm, but filled with anger.His shoulders were rising with each breath, his stare was blank, yet there was this glint of fire in them right now.“What are you pertaining to?”Asron remained stern.Though he had an idea, he wish it to come out from the youth’s mouth, as he wanted to test his mettle to see if he still had the guts to spit it out.“The princess. You could have taken her, used her to escape. And yet you didn’t. Why?”Cortus repeated with clarity and straight tone. It took Asron aback, sensing his hostility.After his banter with Chris, he had been thinking of a way to defend himself, but until then, he still could not come up with a valid excuse, holding that all of it was worthless because their village was gone.“I have my reasons. You wouldn’t understand.”He states. He’d rather not have an argument with the young warrior right now, cause he could feel the tension in his voice.“That’s it? No explanations or anything?”It
The whole situation haunted Asron’s thoughts that he could not sleep soundly. He pondered on it the entire night, all the while sitting on the throne.Until morning he remained there, hands on his chin, resting on the chair’s arm, looking at the outside.As per what Chris has said, it came out like a warning for him, reminding him of his shortcomings.The idea of his men betraying him again, the thought of the horrors of losing his people because of his lack of judgement may very well repeat itself because of that.And even with that in mind, he still could not doubt them, having fought alongside them during the resistance against the krads had proven their mettle and loyalty to him.His contemplating stopped the moment the large double doors opened, letting in all his chosen advisers. Along them was Hemlock, whose face remained indifferent, probably because of their argument yesterday.“Good morning, our liege.”All of them greeted in unison, bowing their heads in respect.He gives t
“Was I truly that gullible?”Asron couldn’t believe what was happening. After the whole meeting, all the fear that had been haunting him was taking place.It made him anxious, angry, and disappointed considering that he had chosen them to guide him on his rule, and yet they were already betraying his trust.“Wow, you’ve finally realized that.”Hemlock rolled his eyes, scoffing as he waves his hands in the air in utter amusement at the thought.That forced the drogan warrior to throw a sharp gaze at his friend, not appreciating that he was rubbing it on him.That made the grand wizard heaved a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief that his companion was truly clueless about all of it.“Let me remind you that people change. They may be the ones whom you fought with during the battle against the Krads, but the fight you have now is a completely different field. Their methods here are less commendable.”The mage explains with a creased face, still feeling angry that he had doubted him when
Asron’s face remained straight as he watched the council walk in.They had these wide smiles on their faces while discussing something he was unaware of.Each one of them seemed sunshiny, displaying their most expensive and well-made clothing from their lands.It drove his eyes to twitch, to think that these were the people that he knew recently.Individuals who rarely gave a damn about what they were wearing or what they had, and only fought for the betterment of their denizens.Yet now they seem more like those who ruled them before, rather than the allies that he had remembered.“Good morning, our liege.”All of them said in unison.Once again, they had lined up in a manner that he could see all of them from where he was sitting. They divided themselves from a group of those within the left and the right, and kept a path in the middle.“We come bearing gifts for you. Complements of our new allies.”The head councilman gleefully states, before bowing down to gesture at the door.Sev
Asron sat on a throne outside of the castle, placed on a stage that was overlooking down on the town.Masses of the city’s denizens gathered to witness the coronation, filling up the entire plaza where they could view the ceremony.They positioned guards all over the place, but they were all from the western and northern army. As the southern troops were all placed on patrols.“My lord, we congratulate you on your triumph.”The advisers all said in unison as they all clapped their hands, making the crowd cheer when they put the crown upon his head by the eldest of them.Asron’s face remained stern, unmoved as he observed all the people that were there. The only reaction that he did was tapping on the hilt of his sword that Chris gave him.It made him felt safe, confident, and firm while surrounded by individuals that he was uncertain he could trust.“And now, our king will give his first proclamation.”The leader of the council announces to the citizens, making them quiet down. At tha
Asron kept on sighing as he listened in on the morning report. Even if he didn’t feel like it, he needed to know of the things that were going on around them, to make sure that he could protect everyone.The only thing that was keeping him amused during that time was because Chris was playing with Aslein on the corner of the room, who was in his infant form.So he was able to watch them from his throne.“They have separated the council into three factions as of late. There’s the one who’re now busy bolstering their forces and defenses for the upcoming waves of krads, mainly made up of the outer lords.”He raises a hand to stop Hemlock when he heard that unfamiliar name. It caused him to raise a brow as he faced the wizard.“Since when did we segregate them?”He asks, confused at the choice of word. He was uncomfortable hearing it, and he did not feel comfortable with them giving names to the people outside, considering it was the usual manner of the old royals.“We didn’t, they did.”