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Chapter 357 Chapter 357
After their celebration for their recent victory, Khao'khen decided that they should remain where they are and secure the surroundings first before continuing in heading to the east. He didn't want any surprise attacks attacking their supply lines which would spell doom for them. For two days they remained near the previous battlefield while the Warghen and Rhakaddon Cavalry explored the surrounding areas. They also had to wait for their Ereian allies who were responsible for the security of their siege equipment.
Although bringing along siege weapons would slow down the marching speed of their army, the chieftain of the Yohan was adamant in bringing them along in their march. Crafting one consumes time and there was also the problem of technical workers and resources to build one.
*****
Inside the Ereian palace, King Gyassi was on his way to the chamber that held his demon captive. He was the only allowed to enter the chamber and nobody else, even his strongest protectors weren't allowed to enter it.
Along the hallway towards the room, Ishaq and his two trusted subordinates were waiting for the king. They were apprehensive that the captured demon might do something to the king even if her powers were sealed by them and she was greatly weakened with only the strength of a normal human. The Royal Mages of the kingdom were the ones who weakened and sealed the powers of the demon but the three of them didn't have any trust on the capabilities of the Roya Mages.
Those arrogant b*stards were so proud of their feeble magical power and often they would snubbed or insult them. Menna almost reaped their souls out of their body when he was thoroughly angered by one of conceited b*stards after they belittle their commander. If not for Ishaq telling him not to do so, those Royal Assh*les would have been gone from the land of the living, their souls tortured by him on a daily basis until their very soul wishes for death.
Menna knew that mortal death was nothing more than just the start of a new beginning given the right circumstances but true death or the death of a soul was permanent. His powers gives him the ability to have some control over the souls of living things that possess one with some conditions like if they allow him to, they are far weaker than him, the target was weakened to a certain extent and many more.
"Your Majesty, can I have a word with you?" Ishaq approached the monarch who looked dead tired. The appearance of the king sparked his curiosity since the king didn't leave the palace nor was he doing some sort of training, he remained rested and he should be quite energetic which was a huge contrast to his current looks.
The Royal Guards following the king halted in their tracks and remained silent and motionless. Although Ishaq had no authority over them, every soldier inside the palace was very well informed about the absolute strength of the person in front of them. Commander Ishaq and his two subordinates could very well raid the entire palace on their own and the entirety of the Royal Guards wouldn't be able to stop them from doing so if they decided to do so.
"What do you want to talk about? The king looked very annoyed after being delayed by Ishaq. "Well?" King Gyassi raised an eyebrow towards Ishaq who remained silent.
"Your Majesty, the words that I am about to say should only be heard by you alone." Ishaq replied after making some considerations. Menna had been telling him that something is wrong with the king and he can't help but be worried about the well-being of the young monarch. If Menna says something is wrong with him then something is definitely wrong, his subordinate wouldn't utter such nonsense for no reason that was how much he trusts the two of them.
"Tsk... I have no time for this..." the king shoved Ishaq aside but then Menna suddenly intervened and grabbed the king by his hand, preventing him from successfully pushing Ishaq aside. The Royal Guards, although fearful of the combat prowess of the three still responded towards the situation like they should. They pointed their spears towards the three while on combat stance.
"Let His Majesty go!" the captain of the guards demanded. The atmosphere was tense and it seemed like a fight was about to break out.
"Apologies, Your Majesty..." Ishaq quickly held Menna by his hand and ordered Menna to let go of the king's hand. Menna shrugged his shoulders then did what he was told to do.
The Royal Guards heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that the powerful three warriors that they were about to face backed down. They were sure that they would be taken down by the three in a flash if a fight actually breaks out.
"Head to the dungeons and receive ten lashes each from the warden." the eyes of the king were filled with anger after what just happened. He gave Menna a kick on the stomach before heading towards his destination.
Menna just accepted the kick and pretended that he was actually hurt by it even if he wouldn't actually be hurt by such a weak ass kick. Isma just shook his head after seeing the successful acting of his comrade and the gratified smile of the king as he went on his way.
"They are gone... You can stop pretending now." Isma helplessly commented after all the farce that just happened.
"Well... What did you find out?" Ishaq turned his head towards his subordinate. He really wanted to find out what was going on with the king.
"His soul is very weak... Like the flickering flame of a candle against the wind. I don't know exactly what happened but I am certain that his captive has something to do with his current status." Menna answered. The farce that just happened was all staged by them in order for him to investigate the current condition of the young monarch. He needed to have physical contact with the king in order for him to perceive his state with his sealed power but if he breaks his seal, a glance from him would be enough to detect it.
A heavy sigh escaped the lips of Ishaq after hearing the words of Menna. He was confident in the diagnosis and ability of his subordinate.
"Is there any way for us to reverse his current condition?" That was the next thing that he wanted to find out. The safety of the king was one of his priorities and his two subordinates very much understand the reason why their commander was doing such things despite all the things that the king had done to him unlike the others who had no idea.
The ten lashes that were supposed to be their punishment by order of the king were ignored. They just had to send a word to the warden and everything will be taken care of. Even if they wanted to receive those ten lashes, the warden doesn't have enough bravery nor anyone from his subordinates to act upon it.
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Chapter 357 Chapter 357
After their celebration for their recent victory, Khao'khen decided that they should remain where they are and secure the surroundings first before continuing in heading to the east. He didn't want any surprise attacks attacking their supply lines which would spell doom for them. For two days they remained near the previous battlefield while the Warghen and Rhakaddon Cavalry explored the surrounding areas. They also had to wait for their Ereian allies who were responsible for the security of their siege equipment.
Although bringing along siege weapons would slow down the marching speed of their army, the chieftain of the Yohan was adamant in bringing them along in their march. Crafting one consumes time and there was also the problem of technical workers and resources to build one.
*****
Inside the Ereian palace, King Gyassi was on his way to the chamber that held his demon captive. He was the only allowed to enter the chamber and nobody else, even his strongest protectors weren't allowed to enter it.
Along the hallway towards the room, Ishaq and his two trusted subordinates were waiting for the king. They were apprehensive that the captured demon might do something to the king even if her powers were sealed by them and she was greatly weakened with only the strength of a normal human. The Royal Mages of the kingdom were the ones who weakened and sealed the powers of the demon but the three of them didn't have any trust on the capabilities of the Roya Mages.
Those arrogant b*stards were so proud of their feeble magical power and often they would snubbed or insult them. Menna almost reaped their souls out of their body when he was thoroughly angered by one of conceited b*stards after they belittle their commander. If not for Ishaq telling him not to do so, those Royal Assh*les would have been gone from the land of the living, their souls tortured by him on a daily basis until their very soul wishes for death.
Menna knew that mortal death was nothing more than just the start of a new beginning given the right circumstances but true death or the death of a soul was permanent. His powers gives him the ability to have some control over the souls of living things that possess one with some conditions like if they allow him to, they are far weaker than him, the target was weakened to a certain extent and many more.
"Your Majesty, can I have a word with you?" Ishaq approached the monarch who looked dead tired. The appearance of the king sparked his curiosity since the king didn't leave the palace nor was he doing some sort of training, he remained rested and he should be quite energetic which was a huge contrast to his current looks.
The Royal Guards following the king halted in their tracks and remained silent and motionless. Although Ishaq had no authority over them, every soldier inside the palace was very well informed about the absolute strength of the person in front of them. Commander Ishaq and his two subordinates could very well raid the entire palace on their own and the entirety of the Royal Guards wouldn't be able to stop them from doing so if they decided to do so.
"What do you want to talk about? The king looked very annoyed after being delayed by Ishaq. "Well?" King Gyassi raised an eyebrow towards Ishaq who remained silent.
"Your Majesty, the words that I am about to say should only be heard by you alone." Ishaq replied after making some considerations. Menna had been telling him that something is wrong with the king and he can't help but be worried about the well-being of the young monarch. If Menna says something is wrong with him then something is definitely wrong, his subordinate wouldn't utter such nonsense for no reason that was how much he trusts the two of them.
"Tsk... I have no time for this..." the king shoved Ishaq aside but then Menna suddenly intervened and grabbed the king by his hand, preventing him from successfully pushing Ishaq aside. The Royal Guards, although fearful of the combat prowess of the three still responded towards the situation like they should. They pointed their spears towards the three while on combat stance.
"Let His Majesty go!" the captain of the guards demanded. The atmosphere was tense and it seemed like a fight was about to break out.
"Apologies, Your Majesty..." Ishaq quickly held Menna by his hand and ordered Menna to let go of the king's hand. Menna shrugged his shoulders then did what he was told to do.
The Royal Guards heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that the powerful three warriors that they were about to face backed down. They were sure that they would be taken down by the three in a flash if a fight actually breaks out.
"Head to the dungeons and receive ten lashes each from the warden." the eyes of the king were filled with anger after what just happened. He gave Menna a kick on the stomach before heading towards his destination.
Menna just accepted the kick and pretended that he was actually hurt by it even if he wouldn't actually be hurt by such a weak ass kick. Isma just shook his head after seeing the successful acting of his comrade and the gratified smile of the king as he went on his way.
"They are gone... You can stop pretending now." Isma helplessly commented after all the farce that just happened.
"Well... What did you find out?" Ishaq turned his head towards his subordinate. He really wanted to find out what was going on with the king.
"His soul is very weak... Like the flickering flame of a candle against the wind. I don't know exactly what happened but I am certain that his captive has something to do with his current status." Menna answered. The farce that just happened was all staged by them in order for him to investigate the current condition of the young monarch. He needed to have physical contact with the king in order for him to perceive his state with his sealed power but if he breaks his seal, a glance from him would be enough to detect it.
A heavy sigh escaped the lips of Ishaq after hearing the words of Menna. He was confident in the diagnosis and ability of his subordinate.
"Is there any way for us to reverse his current condition?" That was the next thing that he wanted to find out. The safety of the king was one of his priorities and his two subordinates very much understand the reason why their commander was doing such things despite all the things that the king had done to him unlike the others who had no idea.
The ten lashes that were supposed to be their punishment by order of the king were ignored. They just had to send a word to the warden and everything will be taken care of. Even if they wanted to receive those ten lashes, the warden doesn't have enough bravery nor anyone from his subordinates to act upon it.
Chapter 357 Chapter 357 After their celebration for their recent victory, Khao'khen decided that they should remain where they are and secure the surroundings first before continuing in heading to the east. He didn't want any surprise attacks attacking their supply lines which would spell doom for them. For two days they remained near the previous battlefield while the Warghen and Rhakaddon Cavalry explored the surrounding areas. They also had to wait for their Ereian allies who were responsible for the security of their siege equipment. Although bringing along siege weapons would slow down the marching speed of their army, the chieftain of the Yohan was adamant in bringing them along in their march. Crafting one consumes time and there was also the problem of technical workers and resources to build one. ***** Inside the Ereian palace, King Gyassi was on his way to the chamber that held his demon captive. He was the only allowed to enter the chamber and nobody else, even his strongest protectors weren't allowed to enter it. Along the hallway towards the room, Ishaq and his two trusted subordinates were waiting for the king. They were apprehensive that the captured demon might do something to the king even if her powers were sealed by them and she was greatly weakened with only the strength of a normal human. The Royal Mages of the kingdom were the ones who weakened and sealed the powers of the demon but the three of them didn't have any trust on the capabilities of the Roya Mages. Those arrogant b*stards were so proud of their feeble magical power and often they would snubbed or insult them. Menna almost reaped their souls out of their body when he was thoroughly angered by one of conceited b*stards after they belittle their commander. If not for Ishaq telling him not to do so, those Royal Assh*les would have been gone from the land of the living, their souls tortured by him on a daily basis until their very soul wishes for death. Menna knew that mortal death was nothing more than just the start of a new beginning given the right circumstances but true death or the death of a soul was permanent. His powers gives him the ability to have some control over the souls of living things that possess one with some conditions like if they allow him to, they are far weaker than him, the target was weakened to a certain extent and many more. "Your Majesty, can I have a word with you?" Ishaq approached the monarch who looked dead tired. The appearance of the king sparked his curiosity since the king didn't leave the palace nor was he doing some sort of training, he remained rested and he should be quite energetic which was a huge contrast to his current looks. The Royal Guards following the king halted in their tracks and remained silent and motionless. Although Ishaq had no authority over them, every soldier inside the palace was very well informed about the absolute strength of the person in front of them. Commander Ishaq and his two subordinates could very well raid the entire palace on their own and the entirety of the Royal Guards wouldn't be able to stop them from doing so if they decided to do so. "What do you want to talk about? The king looked very annoyed after being delayed by Ishaq. "Well?" King Gyassi raised an eyebrow towards Ishaq who remained silent. "Your Majesty, the words that I am about to say should only be heard by you alone." Ishaq replied after making some considerations. Menna had been telling him that something is wrong with the king and he can't help but be worried about the well-being of the young monarch. If Menna says something is wrong with him then something is definitely wrong, his subordinate wouldn't utter such nonsense for no reason that was how much he trusts the two of them. "Tsk... I have no time for this..." the king shoved Ishaq aside but then Menna suddenly intervened and grabbed the king by his hand, preventing him from successfully pushing Ishaq aside. The Royal Guards, although fearful of the combat prowess of the three still responded towards the situation like they should. They pointed their spears towards the three while on combat stance. "Let His Majesty go!" the captain of the guards demanded. The atmosphere was tense and it seemed like a fight was about to break out. "Apologies, Your Majesty..." Ishaq quickly held Menna by his hand and ordered Menna to let go of the king's hand. Menna shrugged his shoulders then did what he was told to do. The Royal Guards heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that the powerful three warriors that they were about to face backed down. They were sure that they would be taken down by the three in a flash if a fight actually breaks out. "Head to the dungeons and receive ten lashes each from the warden." the eyes of the king were filled with anger after what just happened. He gave Menna a kick on the stomach before heading towards his destination. Menna just accepted the kick and pretended that he was actually hurt by it even if he wouldn't actually be hurt by such a weak ass kick. Isma just shook his head after seeing the successful acting of his comrade and the gratified smile of the king as he went on his way. "They are gone... You can stop pretending now." Isma helplessly commented after all the farce that just happened. "Well... What did you find out?" Ishaq turned his head towards his subordinate. He really wanted to find out what was going on with the king. "His soul is very weak... Like the flickering flame of a candle against the wind. I don't know exactly what happened but I am certain that his captive has something to do with his current status." Menna answered. The farce that just happened was all staged by them in order for him to investigate the current condition of the young monarch. He needed to have physical contact with the king in order for him to perceive his state with his sealed power but if he breaks his seal, a glance from him would be enough to detect it. A heavy sigh escaped the lips of Ishaq after hearing the words of Menna. He was confident in the diagnosis and ability of his subordinate. "Is there any way for us to reverse his current condition?" That was the next thing that he wanted to find out. The safety of the king was one of his priorities and his two subordinates very much understand the reason why their commander was doing such things despite all the things that the king had done to him unlike the others who had no idea. The ten lashes that were supposed to be their punishment by order of the king were ignored. They just had to send a word to the warden and everything will be taken care of. Even if they wanted to receive those ten lashes, the warden doesn't have enough bravery nor anyone from his subordinates to act upon it.
