ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 81's

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Today the palace is in a scene with news of the loss of both SEATHLAND princes. Even the entire SEATHLAND plain was already in an uproar with the news.

Three days have passed after the ritual prayer ceremony. Today, King Morgan's workspace looks crowded, in contrast to previous days.

The palace soldiers were seen gathering at the border. They are tightening checks and inspections on anyone who goes in and out of the SEATHLAND capital. This time, there were soldiers in armor everywhere.

Their faces were completely tense, there were Duke Marchel, Marquis Steven and also Abigail who was forced to come along, sitting on one side of the sofa with her grim face.

How not? He dreamed of his job. It must have been him who would have met his master for the first time if he had been with the two boys. But look at how it is. He was instead forced to join the old people who always put on a serious and annoying look.

Repeatedly he breathed a rough breath, to just expel boredom. But no doubt, his ears still seriously listen to the plan they have designed.

"How can your majesty? Then what should we do now? At this time, the man felt the upper hand. He's already got a good bait, if only the two princes don't hide immediately, the bad news we're currently hearing is the truth." Marquis Steven said with worry.

"We try to be one step ahead, but it turns out our opponents think so too. We have princes, and he has my father. But for this matter, I have a bad feeling. With his power, I think, we really can only pray. May my hunch be just an unwarranted fear." Duke Marchel said.

"How can Duke Herli who is under your watch disappear, Your Majesty? Aren't you the one who saw Duke put in that slit cell?" Abigail was really bored.

King Morgan let out a long sigh, he leaned his head against the chair he was sitting on, then stomped his head with both eyes closed.

"I didn't expect Camelia to be so smart. I should have guessed that his request wasn't that simple. Capturing Duke Herli, then locked him in a loophole prison and took over the task.I should have realized that the woman was really sneaky. They really had planned this all away. Long before we all know it. If you look at the situation we're in right now, then it's likely that Duke Herli wasn't there in the first place." King Morgan said.

Prison without a gap is the name for a room with a wall not too high. Cube-shaped, with really very small air vents. No light penetrated into it. The room was completely dark, because even sunlight could not barge in to just stop by.

A prison without a crack was the most terrifying place. It is truly the scourge of the most fearsome for prisoners. They will be locked up in the prison, alone, without light, without the whirring of the wind, silent, as if there were no signs of life.

Usually, those who are locked up in a prison without gaps will not last long. They can survive for at least a year, after which they will die from lack of oxygen and air supply, or go crazy and hurt themselves by repeatedly hitting their heads against the wall. Until they are finally unconscious, they die on their own.

"Marquis Steven, how is it? How are you saying my two sons have arrived?" Ask King Morgan without changing his position.

"At this time, the whole of SEATHLAND is in turmoil with fake news about the disappearance of the princes. I'm sure they must have been a little fooled. Abigail, your job is to keep an eye on Camelia. Keep an eye on him at all times, no one is to be missed. For sure right now, that woman is being restless and trying to contact that damn King! No matter how small the gap we have, we have to make the most of it. Soon, before they realize that this is all a trap." Duke Marchel said with both eyes sharpened. "Camelia, even if you're my blood sister, I'll never forgive you for overstepping your line." His why Later.

Marquis Steven sighed heavily. He looked at the concerned brother of the friend as well as the woman he loved. Life is not easy to guess. Not always going smoothly according to what we expect and plan.

Too many surprises that make the mentally shaken ready or not ourselves. Steven himself, felt that so many lessons he could take during his life in this dimension.

A really creepy dimension. Where people are not only at war with the brain, but with twilight, magic and power. He lives in a dimension, which has the highest caste, he will always succeed.

While he has no caste, no blood of nobility, and no possessions and power, he will always be at the bottom. Trampled, not considered to exist, as if only dust from dirt accidentally stopped by.

Lucky for him, because he was born a noble. The only son of a Marquis, as well as rich and powerful.

Because wherever you are, treasure, throne and power are the most important points. If you have all three in your life, then be happy, because the world and its contents, it can be in your control.

"Marquis Steven, have you gathered the troops I asked for?" ask King Morgan then.

Marquis Steven nodded, he handed over some papers containing the details of the troops requested by King Morgan. Although suddenly, but fortunately they have enough troops. Sooner or later, that great war would really not be missed.

King Morgan read the paper he held carefully. There were about 20,000 troops at their disposal at the moment. All this is a collection of all the royal property plus the property of the nobles.

"Abigail, did you manage to get the information I asked for?" marquis Steven asked Abigail who had originally closed her eyes.

"It's the Marquis, my informant said that they can't sneak into Zwitland. The place was really heavily guarded. But they managed to get the number. Even if they are just a guess, they are never wrong. Some 10 to 13,000 troops in black armor have been on standby at the Zwitland border. It could be less, it could be more. They are ready sir, just waiting for orders." said Abigail seriously, while thrusting a small paper on the table, a letter sent by his men.

They all nodded in understanding. "If this number does not miss, then we still win a little in the number of troops. However, the amount does not always affect the outcome. What we are going to fight is a devil who is cunning and full of dirty tricks. We have to be careful, we don't know what danger will threaten us in silence" Duke Marchel said with a serious look.

"You're right, Duke, fine then. We will bring about 17,000 troops to the battlefield. While the rest will be on guard in the kingdom Make sure every corner of the area on the SEATHLAND plain, wherever it is, make sure there are soldiers who are on standby to help the people." said King Morgan who was immediately responded to by nodding by others.

Without any news, the drums of war have been broken. The war flag has been raised. Currently, each kingdom, had prepared their plans. War, is one word that is a fearful scourge, which has been indoctrinated in the soul of every human being. There are only two choices, come out to be the winner, or the side to bear the defeat.