ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 86's

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King Morgan looked around. Armor armor made of steel that is very hard and difficult to penetrate, has been attached very fitting in his athletic and sturdy body.

In his eyes one by one thousands of troops who had lined up neatly in the palace courtyard. Today, they will head to the border to settle past grudges and troubles involving former SEATHLAND queen-to-be. And the cause of the killing of the previous King, as well as the attempted murder of the two princes.

In the vanguard, Duke Marchel, Marquis Steven, Abigail and a few great generals had been sitting gallantly on their horses. Complete with armor that can not be penetrated by weapons carelessly.

Their faces seemed flat, but among the troops, of course there were faces filled with tension. However, this war was the first major war in the history of the SEATHLAND kingdom.

Marquis Steven who was in the front row, looked uneasy. Several times he inhaled deeply, before finally exhaling violently.

"What's up, sir? Why did you look so agitated last night?" Abigail asked who was right next to Marquis Steven.

Marquis Steven glanced at Abigail who was watching him with a mocking face. Surely the young man still felt unacceptable because he was not assigned to accompany the two princes with Erik and Hendri.

"Not your business, focus on this war... If our troops are pushed out, you should be able to move quickly and find Lady Castela. Whatever you will see and hear later in the war is a provocation. Keep moving, however, we must win this war." Marquis Steven was serious.

Abigail raised next to her eyebrows, looking at Marquis Steven questionnaires before finally looking back to the front with a well-built body and a raised head.

"We will not lose lord Marquis, will not, if none of us betray." Abigail said with a big smile.

Making Marquis Steven change his gaze with one eyebrow raised, Full of question marks.

"You don't need to advise me, Marquis sir, you'd better prepare yourself. I hope you can work together and not disappoint lady Castela." Abigail continued with a serious face, ignoring Marquis Steven' unreadable gaze.

King Morgan, get on his horse. Just as he was about to snap the bridle he was holding, a familiar voice stopped his steps.

"Are you really going?"

King Morgan frowned, Staring at the woman in the bright red dress with a look of dislike.

"Are you blind?" King Morgan answered with the usual coldness.

"Are you really serious? Wouldn't a wound in the past only cause pain if we re-introduced it?" Queen Camelia exhaled harshly, "I mean, you shouldn't be doing this all, just for someone who's dead. All this is free, your majesty, you will only come back tormented."

King Morgan screeched cynically, looking at Queen Camelia with a condescending look.

"You know what you're about the wound? Don't act like this Camelia... Shouldn't you know better what it feels like when the tip of the dagger is plugged into the chest? You shouldn't talk as if you care and worry about me."

King Morgan then stifled his restraint, giving command to his generals so that they would begin their journey immediately. To visit the field of battle.

Thousands of troops moved swiftly and regularly, leaving the palace grounds. Leaving behind a beautiful woman with a face reminiscent of someone in the past, who was currently standing still, with a faint look.

Camelia stared at the sky of SEATHLAND which was slowly beginning to darken.

"Ah, I'm sorry. It wasn't me who picked all this Morgan. If from the beginning, you did not betray and chose Castela, all this... It won't happen." Pilu.

Meanwhile, the great magician Zargon looked hard against Dimitri. The handsome devil with wings and horns on his two heads smiled sweetly, as his eyes skimmed with those of his old friend.

"Ah, come... Is that just your ability? Aren't you always bragging about your strength?" Said Dimitri while playing his fingernails. "Zargon, Zargon, ck ck! Even from then until now, witches have remained the same. Weak."

"You... Tell me, who freed you from that prison?!" Said the great magician Zargon while holding his chest.

The power possessed by Dimitri was indeed not playful. Since then, even to this day. Despite being confined for hundreds of years within the enchantment forest, its strength was still astonishing. That was what made the feeling of the great magician Zargon realize earlier, feel bad.

"Why are you so curious? Is that question really important? Until you ignore my question and demand an answer to your question?" Dimitri asked with a cynical smile.

"Of course, there is not a single dirty hand of the demons that can open that door. Not wrong, not if I'm curious." Said the great magician Zargon then, who managed to make Dimitri, the demon laugh.

HAHA

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you about a despicable creature. Don't waste my time on things that don't matter at all. Because now, there's more important." Dimitri said with a smile, staring sharply at Prince Aidan who continued to wrangle as Erik invited him to leave immediately. Followed by the great wizard Zargon who stared at Dimitri's eyes.

"Take me off Erik! I want to save the grand witch grandfather!" Said Prince Aidan who was still unconscious, if danger was lurking.

"No prince! we should get out of here soon! the old man could save himself. I beg the prince, just this once, follow my orders." said Erik continued to try to convince.

"Let go!" snapped at Prince Aidan, his dirty face flushed red, making Prince Aiden who was in Hendri's arms surprised. "I'm the prince here! and as my subordinate, you shouldn't refute my words!"

Erik was silent, unknowingly, he relaxed his hand grip that tightly grasped the hand of Prince Aidan. Erik realized, it's true. He is just a subordinate. His actions are already too excessive. He just wants to do his job as well as possible.

He only wanted to carry out all the promises he always made, to repay the favor to Lady Castela. He just wants to protect the people he cares about by the woman he loves. But this is not what he wanted.

"I'm sorry... Forgive me prince." said Erik with a look of guilt.

From a distance, it can be seen if Dimitri was smiling broadly watching the incident.

"Fucking dimitri! what do you want to do?" the grand mage Zargon asked frantically, as he saw a black colored light coming out from both of his palms.

Dimitri smilingly looked at the grand mage Zargon, tilting his head.

"Catch fish of course. Didn't those little fish get into the net?" I asked her with such an adorable face.

And then, with the movement of lightning, the Light turned into chains and bound the four wayward boys, who were having a heated argument.