Towards the Unbeatable

Towards the Unbeatable
Act 466: The Coming of the King



“Uh...” Slowly Patricia opened her eyes, at once her head felt heavy, like waking up but still sleepy, but on the other side of her heart tried to forcefully wake her body.


As a result Patricia can re-open her eyes, feeling blurred, but not long later clearly back.


Feelings like there is fire around his body is still there, but it does not feel like burning, but warm, but still uncomfortable.


Although she only regained consciousness and opened her eyes, Patricia immediately remembered the reason why she was injured. His memory was still reliable even though his body felt weak.


“....”


What the hell is going on here?


“Ah, Patricia have you noticed?” There was a familiar voice, at once Patricia saw her shoulder-haired colleague who looked at her with relief.


Patricia felt comfortable in her back, somehow she just realized now, could it be because she was just focused on her pain?


Sometimes people just focus on the pain rather than anything else, but there are always things that are not pain, and that's not a bad thing.


The comfort he felt now was because he was on a fairly soft mattress.


Patricia tried to lift her body, needing more effort, but not as hard as she had imagined before. He then sat on the comfortable bed.


Though he should have been on the battlefield with the destroyed area of the city, but why was he in a peaceful room?


Patricia's eyeballs moved around her, and what she saw was a medium-sized room with simple brown wooden walls. And nearby was his colleague who looked sleepy.


“Ah! Patricia!” The shoulder-haired man who was nearby finally realized that a person he guarded had woken up.


“You okay?” Vincent confirmed the condition of his partner, considering he did not know exactly what happened with this colleague, other than because of fatigue and physical injuries he experienced.


Patricia paused for a moment, comparing what she felt now and what she felt before.


“Better,” answered Patricia short which represents what she feels, considering that that is exactly what she feels.


“What... happened?” ask Patricia quickly.


He wondered why he was here, what had happened before?


Clamps.


Along with the question, the door opened and two people entered the room.


Brock's partner, and one more man who wears the crown.


“I brought you here.” The old man with this crown opened the chatter and approached Patricia.


Patricia was speechless, she could feel the great aura of leadership from the old man with this crown.


“I'm Tarnatos,” said the old man while holding his own chest, as if he was honoring to whom he was talking.


“It was you who saved you,” said Brock who was beside the old man.


“Ah. Thank you Mr. King.” Patricia lowered her head in salute, if possible she also wanted to kneel down in order to express even more gratitude.


But even though the state of his body is much better than before, but still his body is still not ready to do whatever he wants.


Patricia still felt she needed more strength just to sit on the bed, it felt better when she laid her body here.


“Call just Tarnatos, you can lay your body down.” It was as if the king already knew what he was feeling. Vincent finally helps Patricia to lie back down.


“Have... how long?” ask Patricia curious.


“Before long, you were great to recover so soon,” replied Vincent with a small smile.


Patricia thought time had gone by so quickly until now, given the different situation than before, but it turned out that it was not the case.


Patricia never thought she could meet such a great person, let alone a king who was now looking at her situation.


Who else could recover him from his previous condition? If not a great man like him?


“Good work expel enemies, Patricia.” Tarnatus' tone of voice sounded friendly, but it did not remove the aura of authority that existed on him.


“What?” Patricia was a bit surprised, her eyeballs enlarged.


“She went?” Patricia did not expect this, considering that she was unconscious after using her last magic.


He thought he had been saved by his two comrades from his enemy, but it was not like that.


But it is also impossible for a king to say anything untrue. Patricia had no choice but to trust him.


“...” This girl fell silent, it was unthinkable for her to be this great person thanking her.


“Ah, no Sir. It's not because of me.” Patricia slightly lowered her face, she felt unworthy of the praise from the result that was not her own effort.


He only used the strength that his own comrade had lent him and did what he had to do, and again, being able to make such a powerful enemy retreat was inconceivable to him.


There was nothing he could do but fight until the end, and not expect much of what would happen afterwards. In fact, it turned out that his efforts were more than what he thought.


It could have been that his enemy was retreating for another reason and not because of the magic attack he had launched earlier. Some people are already working hard to fight the powerful enemy


“...” Tarnatos saw this girl already struggling hard, no matter the circumstances, she still kept fighting until the end.


Tarnatos knew what the girl said was indeed true, his enemy that attacked the center of the Eastern Kingdom city was really strong and hard to handle.


Yet there are still people fighting for what they believe in, including this girl.


As long as there is still a fight, no matter how the result, will not change the fact this girl named Patrcia deserves a thank you from the King, Tarnatos.


Making a strong enemy to retreat is not as easy as turning the soles of the feet, but rather the opposite with very small possibilities. However the pad eventually the goddess of luck still sided with them.


And now, after the king saw some of the people he met, now came the time to see the condition of this girl.


All he knows is he's Danny's follower. Tarnatos had already gathered information beforehand.


It was not easy for her to recover the condition of this girl named Patricia, given her meaningful external injuries and moreover her internal condition.


The unstable magic energy within his body was more dangerous than the external wounds that could still be given first aid. Tarnatos had no other choice but to bring out what he knew and could about the science of recovery in order to restore this girl's condition.


And not only because of his efforts, but also the strong determination of this girl that made him able to survive as well. Because unstable cases of magic energy are quite rare and great recovery techniques will also be meaningless if the victim cannot fight for his own condition.


A strong life determination that made him able to regain consciousness, even faster than he should have. Now Tarnatos can see the magical energy of this girl is better than before.


“Ah.. how about two strangers....it?” patricia asked quickly, because before she dared to take action, the two foreign men were the ones who helped her by protecting her from the super strong enemy half elves.


“They are fine, there in another room.” Brock answered Patricia's question.


“Huh...” Patricia let out a sigh of relief, although she did not know and did not know who the two foreign men who appeared, still the services of those who helped her as a stranger would not be forgotten, he said, and what happens when those two are not present?


This is a miracle. That's how Patricia looked at him, when Danny disappeared somewhere, but the existence of two strangers made it last until now.


Now that he knew his enemy had retreated, was it time to feel calm and relaxed?


In the end it's not like that. It was so clear that the aura of seriousness in this room, Tarnatos, Vincent, Brock and Patricia knew this was not the end, the enemy could do anything to achieve his goal.


“Danny disappeared.” Patricia broke the silence that had occurred for a while now.


Brock and Vincent were silent, and they knew this.


“Do you guys know what possibility could cause it to disappear?” ask the king.


“Because Danny is the main target,” Brock said.