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Chapter 330:

Arthur's Point of View

Over the Middle Ocean

"Oh, my." Elincia let out enthralled by the story.

"After they separated us, his father declared that I was good for his son and made sure I was to visit often."

Allen, who was completely surprised by this, commented. "So much for him being infatuated."

Ventari hummed out happily. "We were children who didn't know what love was. It wasn't until later on that we learned. Many approved of our relationship when it happened, saying that what one did not have, the other possessed."

Resting my elbows on my knees, I studied her. "Seems like the King wasn't the only one infatuated."

"If I wasn't, would I have married him and become Queen?" Ventari shot back.

I nodded. "Many would've done exactly that if they were in your position. People desire power. It's instinct. Not many would just let such an opportunity go by."

"Many said the same thing as you." I shrugged. "It was never about the title." She then gestured to Allen. "Infatuation, as you said, can go both ways." Her amusement completely faded. "Now, both my husband and my son think I'm dead."

Elincia, wanting to be overly encouraging, replied. "You don't know that."

"I've been gone for a long time with no word. If there was an investigation, it's likely they would've seen the magical squall, assumed the worst, and have either declared me missing or dead." Her fingers steepled together tightly as you could see the strain placed on her fingers. "How many months have I been gone? Would you not assume someone was dead if they disappeared without a trace?"

"Then they will be even more excited to learn of your return when we arrive." Again, Elincia was trying to be positive.

"If you had been away from your home for months and heard Demons were attacking, would you dare to hold out hope?" Her eyes flickered to me. "How about you, Sir Arthur? Do you have hope?"

Turning from her to face the fire once more, I answered. "I have realistic expectations. While I can't promise the King and Prince are safe, I can promise to do my best to help once we arrive." My eyes glanced over to her. "It might not be much, but if you want hope, then hope I'm up for whatever challenge we might encounter in your lands."

Allen and a few of the other crew members grumbled at that. "Surely there are some more encouraging words to be said?" The Captain offered.

With a small nod, I continued. "I'll also do my best to make sure none of you die."

Elincia groaned at that. "Do you truly believe that this situation is that serious?"

"I'm getting some feelings of déjà vu." Many turned to me confused, and I rolled my eyes. "What I mean is, I've been in this same situation once before when dealing with the Demons. The entire thing turned out to be a trap." Standing, I looked back at the Queen. "Be thankful you have a family that actually gives a damn. Not everyone has that."

"So, I should feel grateful that they mourned for me thinking I'm dead?" Ventari spat back.

"Better that than having the same people you fought to protect erase you from everything." Rolling my shoulders, I moved towards the bridge. "Be thankful."

Ventari stood up and blocked me. "And if they're not fine!?"

Patting her head, I promptly moved around her. "Then be thankful you weren't there to see it. There is nothing quite like being present at the scene and unable to do anything. If you've ever felt useless before, it's nothing compared to that sensation."

Prince Vitar's Point of View

Capital of Vithari - Dwardew

Unknown Time

Screams pierced the air as the bombardment continued on. "Prince Vitar, you must get away from here!" My advisor urged me.

"Not until all the Druids are safe behind our walls!" Turning to General Dwar, I shouted. "Where is my father!?"

"He was seen going beyond the walls!" My face fell at that. "Don't worry, my Prince! The King will return with his men and the Druids!"

Another explosion rang out, and chunks of our wall started to crack. "Find the leader of these Druids and have them reinforce our walls! Their magic can help hold the line!"

My advisor bowed. "At once!" Tart left to follow my orders.

Shielding my face as a billow of dust, sand, and other debris blew into the city, I frowned. Immediately I looked overhead to make sure the ceiling wasn't collapsing. Enchantments and the magic of the earth flowed through this city, but this was a lot of magic being thrown at our walls.

Soon, a green hue took over the walls and runes. They immediately began to grow stronger than they had previously. Chanting could be heard, and I saw many Druids lined throughout rooftops or on the walls as they seemed to be strengthening our defenses. A wave of relief washed over me as the explosions sounded more distant.

The shaking subsided. "Maybe now we can get some answers." I told Dwar. "Let's go find my father."

"I'm sure the King is curious as well."

As we headed toward the entrance, we noticed that our elite guards were scattered about with the Druids. Both were heavily injured, and my heart went out to my brothers and sisters in arms. Regardless of their appearance, they were still able to bring me peace. If they were present, that meant my father was nearby as well.

Our gates closed tight, and I saw Tart speaking with some elderly looking Druid. She had darker leaves which were browning but not quite turned yet. A sign of age on their kind. My advisor seemed frustrated while the Druid shook her head sadly.

Approaching cautiously, I gave a courteous bow. "Welcome to Dwardew, my lady. I'm only sorry it was such a rough welcome."

"There has not been a more pleasant welcome that I've ever experienced, child." She bowed in return. "Thank you for coming to our aid and allowing us sanctuary."

"Of course." Then I began scanning the area. "Apologies, my lady. I'm sure my father would like to speak to you, but he may have already returned to the palace."

Both Tart and the elderly Druid looked away from me. "Speak, Tart." Dwar ordered as I merely looked at them, confused by their reactions.

My advisor kneeled in front of me and bowed deeply. "I'm truly sorry, my Prince." He looked up at me. "Your father has fallen."