Free Web NovelChapter 40: No Rest for the Wicked
At the edge of the Forbidden Fairy Forest, the members of the CEF stood guard. They had been here since early morning, having followed to track the Bishop.
But they hadn’t the slightest clue where he could be. All the members of the CEF that had escaped the Corrupted situation alive sat at the edge of the forest.
It was late afternoon. Suddenly, a clank resounded.
The CEF members stood up. The current-in-command. Paladin Morphos rose to his feet.
A magical device with a crack on it rolled ahead, and suddenly, three members of the CEF appeared in front of them.
"H-hey!" Morphos ran ahead and helped them, along with the rest of the members. One of them didn’t have either arms. The other was bleeding from his head and was unconscious. "W-what happened!? Where’s everyone else?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
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The last among them, the deaf wizard, moved his hands in panic as well. He was the one who grabbed the Obscurer and started running first.
"The Witch...? You mean, the Queen of Witches!? D-does that mean... the Grim Palace really was there?"
The soldier nodded.
The being of legends.
The fear of 300 years gripping this world.
It was all true? There was no lie in it, then? That the Witch Queen truly existed was now a fact and no longer a legend of long ago?
That was at least the status of her existence amongst the most common of people.
Morphos gulped in fear.
He didn’t need to ask anything ahead.
It was clear.
The Bishop was dead. So was everyone else.
The Queen of Witches had left barely these three alive. Why even them? His only guess was that they must have started to run as soon as they approached the Grim Palace. What other explanation could there be for their being alive?
"We will return, to the Capital," Morphos said. "Let’s go back for now."
Serenia City was right behind them, that was the only place where they could take a break at for now and rest for long.
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A hawk soared through the skies. It landed on the hand of the armored red-haired man as he leaned near his horse.
He pulled a parchment from the hawk’s feet and opened it up. A letter. A low hum left him.
"Brother?" A girl approached him. Her hair as red as his and her armor just as sharp. "Is it from home?"
The man nodded.
Orders had come from the castle. The man looked at the camp lightly and stood up.
"We are changing course," he said. "We all make our way to Serenia City right now."
The son of the Duke of Reinvelt.
Adam Desmond il Reinvelt. The first in line to be the successor of the Duke of Reinvelt.
Alongside his sister, Lady Arlene Desmond il Reinvelt. The two treasures of the Duke of the North.
Both of them remained some of the strongest, most influential figures that the entire Empire had seen in a long time. In many ways, Lord Adam’s popularity extended far beyond the popularity of the first prince of the country himself, making him one of the most important figures in the empire.
"It seems there is a demon in our backyard, Arlene," Adam said, turning to his sister. "Soldiers!"
His voice made the entire camp raise its head. All the men and women in their squadron coming back from a recent expedition near the Northern Wall readied for his command.
"At full speed, without stopping. We go to Serenia!"
A stormy wind was blowing.
