All Chapters of Flames Of Hate and Retribution : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Andrea and the knights followed Christopher from a small distance, whispering amongst themselves. Many were willing to trust their Captain's brother who meant her no ill will, but there was also the concern of Bishop and the other men who followed him abandoning their posts as Andrea's guards. Who knew what extent they were willing to push their luck in pursuit of blind ambition? Would they simply return home? Would they try throwing their rank/position in people's face? Or would they resort to robbing and killing? It could reflect directly onto Andrea. For example perhaps if they caused a disturbance while wearing the Imperial Knight armor, would they even be able to properly identify the cause of the disturbance? Would they perhaps point their fingers at the nearest Imperial Knight and blame it's commander?As if sensing the concern of the Knights Christopher spoke up waving his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, Lady Cassandra is no fool. If it simply came down to dressing a

Andrea always had an out going personality, and was a professional soldier, she was not a spy, nor did she ever have the patience for plotting and scheming. So when thrust into the spot light and having her secret exposed she didn't have the foggiest idea how to behave. First she rose to her feet quite abruptly hammering her knee on the table. She let out a loud groan dropping back into her seat, and began turning her gaze in every direction only to find someone staring back at her in every turn. Straight ahead sat Alayna still smirking at her, to the right was Cassandra, Christopher, and Brianna, to the left was Taelin all eyeing her. Her face quickly began turning a bright red color she began playing with her thumbs gazing  down into her lap quite intently, as if the most intriguing thing ever had found it's way there.Alayna plopped back down in her chair waving her hand dismissively. "It's fine It's fine. You don't have to answer. It's not like I didn't known."

"W-wai Wha- NO!" What in the hells is this girl thinking. In a hypothetical situation, even if Christopher was not Havoc, In any other country or any situation rulers of different countries wouldn't just meet up with a strong warrior from another nation alone. " Look anything you wish to ask him I can pass on, that's kind of the point of representatives." Christopher scowled at his sister. 'Just what the hell could she possibly be thinking.'"Look, It has to do with my orders, I was told to try to arrange a face to face meeting."Christopher let out a drawn out sigh leaning his back against the wall. No matter what he tried thinking of, there was only two feasible reasons he could imagine them wanting to arrange a face to face meeting. First option - Aldous wished to form a secret Alliance. But seeing how Aldous would most likely prefer launching bottle rockets from his ass versus teaming up with a rebellious faction, Christopher immediately ruled that one out. The sec

As the whistle echoed through the streets everyone paused."What the hell was that?" Bishop mumbled. Immediately people all over began leaving the square, rushing to the nearest exit they could get to, more so before Bishop had a chance to realize what was happening.  Schlink! The sounds of countless swords being unsheathed echoed everywhere."Shit Bishop we're!" As Bishop began turning towards Ass Kisser he found a civilian who was walking through the square had pulled a sword and it was now pointed at his throat. The man holding the sword eyed Bishop with pure malice and hate. Those aren't the eyes of a helpless civilian.' He thought to himself, gulping While Bishop eyed the man his sight landed on a small pin with a crest he recognized immediately. The wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. They were all members of the Black Guard, most of all Bishop and his men were completely surrounded."Sir they

...Silence. On either side of the table was a representative and a few of their personal guards behind them.One side the upright professional Knights standing at attention awaiting any surprise factor or requests of their commander. The other side... It was as if seeing the gathering of delinquents in high school or gathered on a park bench. Christopher was sitting in his chair legs kicked up on the table, Alayna was to his side filing her finger nails, behind them was Elise sitting on a side table kicking her feet happily talking away with Cassandra who was overseeing the meeting making sure nothing took a turn towards violence,  Thomas in a corner juggling around his battle axe like it was some sort of stunt performance trying to pass his boredom.The knights sitting behind Andrea could only glance at each other to the side with looks of confusion, this was far from the formal settings they were use to."So what is it our dear friend