Zjjan Master Chapter 25

Published at 2nd of May 2019 10:07:30 AM Chapter 25

Altra.s.s Brief Ident.i.ty

Soldiers are lining giving a path leading to a tower, located in the middle of the kingdom; whereas, mourn-like silent is waiting to welcome their enemies . Zahamara is standing leaning on the giant column of the wide gate; his palm is to his head, and his hand is supporting his elbow .

Altra.s.s together with his selected accompanies reach the gate . "We meet at last stubborn fellow," Zahamara has stated .

"What a mean words to speak," Altra.s.s has exclaimed . "I've never thought you could utilize this situation well, without hara.s.sing your opponent first . Are the higher ups, become that sucks?"
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"Nah, I have no reason to raise my rank, unlike someone who is dwelling at the righteousness that he believes . " —worried . "Well, I can't blame you for tormenting the prince, however, the knowledgeable knows you've triggered the awakening of the storm beyond, and you'll suffer this eventually . "

Altra.s.s laughs . "Those waves are still going to knock me, not know . " He's grinning as his companions laugh .

"Well, the path is open . Go now, I'll prepare your graves . "

"Thanks for worrying, my old friend," Altra.s.s has exclaimed .

Leaving Zahamara alone, Altra.s.s ignores the heavy gaze of the soldiers in anger . They've reached the tower and a n.o.ble woman approaches and leads them to a guest room . They've received good treatment; having their wet attires change yet their minds conceive about the foods, intoxicated by poison .

Door creaking as a person enters the room . "Oh, previous Marshal Altra.s.s Mechanodil; what a bad weather to see you here?" has exclaimed by a groomed old man, fair in perfection and wearing a full white attire .

Marshal, is the highest rank of Jelfyr Kingdom's army and a right hand of the king . The official is not granted control on the Exceptional Generals and the Shadow Army .

Taunted by the insult, lying on his neck is a s.h.i.+nning edge of a sword wielded by one of the companions of Altra.s.s . Hands up, as sweats come down on his forehead . "Easy, easy, I've bring no harm to this fellow . He's under the protection of our queen, my friend . "

Altra.s.s laughs . "I never get tired by your insults Marshal Dogel Hanoon . So, what's brought you here?" His hand has raised indicating his companion to be placid .

"A visit —no . A messenger of death maybe . " They both laugh . "The queen is a real deal . "

"Forget about it, have a seat . "

"Huh? — feels like your own home?" Dogel laughs .

"Well, it's a habit of mine . " Their conversation goes on, and laughing, enjoying this few moments before confronting the queen .

Foe or friend we are all humans

United or opposed for roles

either for peace or for the pride