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She didn’t know how many of us there were. I was quickly approached by a man who was suited up in what they called their military armor. “I’m Graham. I’m the King’s head soldier. I’m in charge of all of his soldiers.” Graham says. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” I say. “It’s very nice to meet you too.” He says. “You’ve done a good job with the soldiers. They seem to know what they're doing.” I say. “I was going to say the same about yours. How do they know how to block our attacks?” He asked.

Eyes wide with shock, he fell to his knees. "Sire! Take my life! I am unworthy to live!" he pleaded. Lucian placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Rise, soldier. I have a task for you." The man stood at once, straightening himself. "Find the men you spoke of. Bring them to me. Unharmed," Lucian ordered, his voice hard with resolve. The man bowed deeply and quickly. "At once, Your Majesty," he said, his voice resolute. Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command.

He was a teenage boy, and his attire suggested that he was of noble birth and not just any random boy. "Are you alone here?" The man asked him, looking around. "No. I am with my father, my brother, and some men of the guard.' The man raised his eyebrows. “Some men of the guard? Excuse me," he leaned a little closer to him. "Who is your father?" he asked him. "King Cinaed," the boy answered as if he had said the most normal thing in the world. The color drained from the man’s face and he took a step away from the boy.

Kaelan and Aric followed next, looking tall and proud in their armor. I fought the urge to dwell on their armored figures, the heat rising in my chest. Instead, I forced my attention to the king's words, trying to drown out the turmoil within. From his elevated position, the king looked down at his soldiers, his voice booming across the open space. "Brave warriors of Eridania! Today, we stand together, ready to face the darkness that threatens our homes!" I stood at the edge of the gathering, anxiety knotting my stomach. I watched the soldiers, my friends who also stood beside me, their faces steely with resolve, and felt a wave of fear wash over me.

He was dying. He looked up at me, his cold, golden eyes now cloudy with pain. He was no longer a king, no longer a ghost. He was just a man, at the end of his life. “You…” he rasped, a small, bloody cough interrupting him. “You are the king now… for real.”

“She… spilled water on herself… order must be kept…” “Order?” the king’s voice thinned into cold steel. “Where I come from, order means my soldiers think before they act. Not that they shove around those weaker than them. Who authorized this holding cell? Tell me the name, soldier, or yours will be engraved on the pillar of shame.” “I… I…” the man swallowed. “I meant…” “Meant what, for the love of hell?” the king snapped, and his boot struck the stone in an angry rhythm. “Bring me the key. Now.”

Getting off his horse, he entered the tent and the general followed. “I have always regarded you as one of the greatest soldiers that the kingdom could offer. But hearing that you forbid the soldiers to fight alongside the people of the Thorine Kingdom changed my mind. You are nothing but a coward,” the king commented as he took his seat and his chin leaning on the back of his hand.

This person was never mentioned in the talk he had with the village chief, with a slight accusing undertone directed towards Gregar, Zark asked in a low voice. "... Who is he?" “According to what I hear, he was the champion of a tournament held in the past, which was used to determine the King's personal guard, along with the new King Soul Bearer. He is currently a direct subordinate of the King and leads a group of elite soldiers, known as the Royal Guard. " "What is the King Soul?" “It is a mythical magic sword, one of the four treasures of the Kingdom; it is said that whoever is worthy of carrying the four treasures will have enough power to challenge a Demon King "

He looked so funny in his attire which wasn't really his size. "What has the great king of Guham come to do in Dicrik," he asked "Arlo, give him the pounds so we can leave here as quickly as possible," king Archer said as Arlo brought out a little bag of pounds and threw it to the soldier who opened it slightly and peeped into it. Satisfaction was written on his face as he signaled his soldier to take off the arrows. ~~~ What a soldier, he didn't persist in the king telling him what they were going to do in their Kingdom; it was just as if the money shut his mouth. What if we were going in for war? We already had free access then.