Magical Adventure Book
[Chapter 38-1] The Road to Battle
After training with satisfactory results. The next day we rest fully to be able to recover the drained energy and relax the stiffened body muscles. Discussing the plan to be carried out, as instructed by Artapatu. Pack up the things that will be brought tomorrow. Weapons, clothes, and a bit of provisions during the trip.
In the midst of busyness. The chord was ridiculous. He wants to carry a lot of weapons, but what we're going to do is infiltration missions. There was no way we could sneak in with someone carrying a lot of weapons encircling his body. Noisy and clear just become an obstacle to our movement.
Fortunately Princess Asaru was willing to be patient to give a long explanation. Until finally, the fat man decided to carry only a sword, dagger, and a small shield mounted circular on his left wrist.
The princess only carried a knife, and I was a short sword that was easy to hide. For a moment I looked back at the stone knife that was neatly stored inside the sack of sling. There was a desire to leave him, but a glimpse recalled the events in the forest when the blade was able to break the magic sword of the noble Arson. It's good I brought the stone knife along. Maybe it'll be useful later.
Day ten. By night we were out of Goa. As planned. One day before the celebration of the formation of the Capitor government was held. The exact time at which the queen of Tirama came out from within the palace, and we were able to blend in without suspicion.
We took a detour through an empty and remote region. Together riding Woofy and Shege alternately. It was further away, but it was safer and faster, because by riding the two of them, our pace could be ten times faster than using a horse.
At midnight we arrived in front of the wall behind the city border on foot. Hide behind the bushes and rest for a while. Letting Woofy and Shege fall asleep unwinded, after taking us all the way to the meadow near the kingdom. Stretch the body, and eat the remaining provisions. Waiting until the sun goes up a inch. At the time when the group of traders from outside the city began to arrive a lot.
Complete all the dishes we spent, I immediately enveloped the body with a blanket we brought from the cave. Remembered during the trip. I felt a warm chill on their backs. Like covered in thick cozy fur while riding Woofy, and feel airtight like protected by thick scales when riding Shege. It seemed, it started to appear when they had already leveled up. Some kind of extra ability, which might be useful for protecting its rider.
"Hey, take a look at the royal flag on the top wall of that gate" whispered Kord as he pointed up.
The flag bearing a silver spear and a red sword crossed against the black background was mounted at half-mast. The royal sign is grieving.
Princess Asaru's face was instantly covered in cloudy clouds. His eyes glazed over with a head that was then slowly bowed.
"Daughter, is it possible king ...."
"Eh? Wh why? How's it possible?" kord.
"This must be the plan. He must have done that so that I wouldn't freely appear in the kingdom."
"Queen of Tirama, I mean Mitara? Make what?" I squinted my eyes.
"Magic. Mr. Artapatu told me that Mitara needed the power of my haswa stone and my blood, the descendants of the one who killed her family, to be able to complete her ultimate magic. Re-encompassing the continent with darkness. Back to the beginning where the continent was ruled by ferocious monsters. Therefore he needs a reason to be able to kill me freely. If I get to appear around the kingdom then he can easily make a slander like Arson did."
"Hey, why didn't you say that before?" kord said.
"sorry. I never thought it would be like this. Anyway, if I tell you guys, I'm afraid it's hindering this mission. Your concentration will be split between completing the mission and taking care of me."
"If you don't tell me, we'll take care of you. So remember, never do that again!" It wasn't me who said. It was pure Sam who spoke to Princess Asaru.
The beautiful princess lowered her head. This time it was not for sadness. I saw her face meet red. The sighting he was trying to hide from Sam.
Ah, crap! Scenes like this I memorized! Like in Mama's favorite soap opera!
Like I thought. The atmosphere became awkward after that. Even the chatty Lord was silent a thousand languages, and only spoke when asking for permission to sleep. Leaving both of us who didn't know what to do. Longtime.
