After six hours of riding nonstop, they finally reached their hideout in White Forest. As soon as Arth stepped inside through the main door, he immediately brought Alice straight to her room.
The space inside was slightly bigger than Arth's bedroom. It was more comfy and warm. The usual, sweet scent of Alice greeted him as he went inside. Every time he got close enough with Alice like this, her aromatic, flowery smell had made Arth remember of the flowers back in Frostwood village. Giving him a weird but good feeling, he wished that he would always be close to her like this … always.
Arth carefully placed her on the soft bed. His hands were still covered with dried blood, so he washed them first before he returned to her. He got a small towel and a bucket of warm water to clean the dirt on her skin.
“I was so worried,” Arth sighed and shook his head slowly. He soaked the towel and gave a gentle wipe
“Three hundred and seventy-eight knights …” King Terrowin’s voice echoed around the dark throne room, then silence followed; a dead, cold silence. He stood from his blue crystal-made seat and then climbed down the wide steps. “One grand knight …” the king continued. Kael was in front, kneeling, with his head looking down on the blue floor. He had just returned from their huge loss after their encounter with the Forgotten Winter. And being alone with the Cold King made his heartbeat race, as if chased by death itself. “And another one of my High Councilors …” Kael closed his eyes, shamed. He went against looking at the king’s face. He had already triggered the devil's outrage, and it’s about to explode unto him. Silence filled the throne room once again. The only thing Kael could hear was his chest pounding hard. His palms were freezing. How fortunate Kael was that they were both alone, for if not … he could never face anyone anymore. His failure was a huge disgrace that he might
"I still can’t believe that was my last chance to enjoy walking around the capital in public!” Robert complained while stirring the boiling soup on the pot. “Now we’re all wanted in every corners of Glacia.” “At least we came back in one piece,” Arth replied as he was chopping the vegetables on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, we’re now close to our goal anyway. We just have to kill the last councilor before we make our step in taking down the king,” Robert said, wiping his hands on his apron, then he went to prepare the plates. “Do we really have to kill all councilors? I mean … are all of them really that bad?” “By the time King Terrowin sat on the throne, he immediately replaced the good councilors with the corrupt ones … evil friends of his. That’s when corruption began to spread in the kingdom.” “So if we eliminate the fourth councilor, we can now kill th
After breakfast, the whole team started on their daily chores. Luna went out to replace Janshai, Robert left to harvest more woods, and Alice worked with the laundry. As everyone was pretty much occupied with their tasks, Arth just stayed outside the hideout, waiting for his cold-blooded mentor to arrive. He was feeling uneasy, so he tried walking in circle, shaking his hands. 'This is a bad idea,'Arth thought.'How in the world am I gonna work with that … that rude guy?' A few minutes later, he finally spotted Janshai walking from afar, appearing amidst the white snow and trees. He still wore his black coat from last night, with his hands hidden inside his pockets. Even though Janshai had been up all night, it was surprising to see him still actively moving. “He really is not human,” Arth concluded in a soft whisper.
“Desoland?!” Arth yelled, holding his head, his eyes wide open. He tried his best not to panic, because the air was much harder to breathe in, and he would die early if he did. It was more than strange to experience a hot environment without the sun. The wind had triggered a slight irritation, as if it was intoxicating his skin, good thing he was wearing a sleeved cloak. “Wait … what exactly is the Desoland?” Arth asked Janshai. “Is this the Underworld they’ve been talking about?” Janshai took a few seconds, giving Arth a cold stare before answering. “This land is beyond the borders of the Underworld. Desolated as what it is, no single demon has lived here. There are, however, powerful demonic beasts that inhabit this … wretched land.” “Wait, how in the world do you know all of this?” Arth sharpened his eyes suspiciously. “Is it because of what that summoner said earlier … that
“What do you mean something awaits us there?!” “Enough talking … just walk.” Arth crossed his arms, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from speaking further. He just saved all of his curses inside his mind. As they reached the foot of the high mountains, Arth had to use Glacies Materia to have the tools for climbing the steep mountain.It took them almost an hour to finally reach the top. From there, the Blood Tower Janshai had mentioned could be spotted ahead. Arth wondered why it was called the Blood Tower, as it was only made of black slab of stones. But asking the question to Janshai would be out of the option. It was a dark circular tower. The top could not be seen as still it soared through the dark clouds. There were no arch windows or loopholes in the walls. The inside was indeed completely sealed. “This i
A red beam of light pierced through the afternoon skies, coming from amidst White Forest. It blasted out blinding light energy, brighter than the white clouds that everything else went dark as the beam flashed. “That’s our signal. Let’s move,” Kael ordered to the group of five Grand Knights behind him. They had been waiting for almost an hour outside the western entrance of the forest. And now, they trotted through the trees, and then galloped. Kael was dressed on his cerulean cloak, his enchanted sword sheathed on its white scabbard, hanging on his belt. He had planned to bring all members of the Grand Knights’ Order, but unfortunately, some of them had emergency cases to attend to from His Highness. So he could only bring five Grand Knights with him. The ambiance in White Forest was darker than what Kael had remembered. It was still noon, but the thick branches from the tall trees had completely co
The wrath of the hellish Underworld had come upon them. Swirling red fire blasted towards Arth like a tornado, coming from the dragon’s breath. Everywhere it was burning. Arth raised both hands into the air, casting ice materialization, blue light illuminating above him. A wide shield made of ice instantly appeared as the light faded. Despite its massive weight, he managed to use it to block the raging fire blast from the red dragon. “Gods, help me!” Arth grunted as the shield was melting so quickly from the tornado of fire, wilder than any catastrophe. Clearly, mere ice weapons wouldn’t stand a chance against its weakness element. But he had no other choice, as there were no ways he could dodge the dragon fire in time. Arth stood hard against ground to keep himself from getting blown away, his entire body washed by the water dripping from the melting ice. With all luck, the blazing fire had stopped
Arth furrowed his brows, looking worriedly at Janshai’s bloody wrist. He had already suffered enough, but he knew Janshai had dealt much worse. He couldn’t just let his friend fight this powerful dragon alone. “But your wrist—” “Just get to the portal already, idiot!” said Janshai before he leaped to swiftly evade the dragon’s other claw. Arth wrenched his aching muscles, forcing himself to walk fast towards the red portal. His knees were shaking, but he exerted all of his remaining strength to get out of this wretched place. With every step, he felt more guilt of running away and not helping his friend. Janshai had been a very important person in his life already, and he would even sacrifice himself just to save his comrade. But despite all of that, he knew better. So he could not stop now. All of Janshai’s efforts would go to waste if he would not make haste. As Arth was fina