Chapter 78Baron stood before Oswald's imposing door, knocking vigorously in a desperate attempt to grab the king's attention. The minutes stretched on, and there still wasn't any response. Frustration etched across Baron's face as he sighed, muttering to himself, "Not again."Determined to enter, Baron extended his hand toward the lock, fingers flexing with practiced ease. A soft incantation left his lips, and a subtle glow enveloped the lock. The magical energies worked their charm, and the lock yielded, allowing Baron to push the door open. As the entrance creaked, revealing the intimate scene within, Baron's eyes widened with surprise.Oswald, entwined with a maiden, seemed oblivious to the intrusion. The atmosphere was charged, and even Baron's magical entrance failed to disrupt their passionate encounter. Unfazed, they continued until they were done, and Baron found himself an unwelcome witness to their liaison.Oswald, not missing a beat, instructed the maiden to leave, leaving
Chapter 79Myra takes a deep breath, her heart racing, as she watches Allistar playfully warp another steel spoon into an abstract sculpture. She can't help but feel a mix of awe and frustration at her one-year-old's impressive abilities. She reaches out, trying to take the spoon from Allistar's small hands, but she simply giggles and grabs another utensil, ready to bend it as well."Allistar, please stop doing that," Myra pleads, her tone filled with both concern and exasperation. But her words fall on deaf ears as Allistar continues to manipulate the spoon effortlessly. It's as if the hard, sturdy steel was as malleable as soft plastic. Myra sighs heavily and sinks into the couch, contemplating the implications of her son's extraordinary powers.She knew Allistar would inherit some of her father's unique abilities, but she never expected them to manifest at such a young age. It both fascinated and worried her, knowing that humans weren't generally receptive to these extraordinary gi
Chapter 80Aeron wandered through the dense forest, his mind heavy with the burden of making amends with the enemies he had unwittingly forged. Knowing they would attack him on sight, he pondered the need for a mediator. Suddenly, a name flashed in his thoughts – Pelenore, a powerful wizard who had once collaborated with his father. Though challenging, Pelenore was his only choice. Determined, he changed direction, setting his course for Pelenore's dwelling.Upon reaching the shabby cabin, Aeron raised his hand to knock, but a raspy voice from within invited him in. "Enter, son of Levi."The door creaked open, revealing the aged wizard. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows across the walls. Aeron's eyes fell upon Pelenore. They stood face to face, with Pelenore's intense gaze shooting daggers at him.Silence hung heavy in the air, and Aeron could feel the weight of Pelenore's disappointment and anger. Without warning, the sorcerer swiftly picked up a s
Chapter 81The shabby cabin stood alone in the deserted outskirts of the kingdom, its worn-out wooden planks unable to hide the secrets that lingered within. The night was cast in shadow, a cloak of darkness that seemed to wrap itself around the figure standing just outside. Their presence was enigmatic, a silent observer of the world around them. The sound of footsteps echoed as Aeron departed, leaving behind an air of tension in their wake. It was then that the figure, slowly and deliberately, stepped forward towards the cabin, and with a swift motion, removed their cloak.Pelenore, consumed by his task, barely glanced up, his voice laced with contempt as he spoke. "Baron? What brings you here?" His eyes remained focused on the task at hand, his hands skillfully arranging the potions on the crude wooden table."Father!" Baron's voice rang out, brimming with anger. Pelenore finally looked up, his gaze meeting the piercing eyes of his estranged son. There was a flicker of disappointme
Chapter 82As Baron paced around in Oswald's chamber, his mind was racing with worry. He had just returned from seeing his father, and the conversation had left him feeling uneasy. Oswald, who was sitting at his desk, looked up at Baron and finally spoke up. "Baron, will you stop pacing and tell me what the problem is? You're making me anxious with all this back and forth."Baron stopped and turned to face Oswald. "Your Majesty, I'm just returning from seeing my father," he began. "And something he said has me worried."Oswald's expression softened as he leaned back in his chair. "What did he say that has you so concerned, Baron?"Baron sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I saw Aeron coming out from my father's cabin," he confessed.Oswald's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Aeron? What was he doing with your father?""I confronted my father about it," Baron continued. "And he told me that Aeron came to ask for his help."Oswald let out a shaky laugh. "Surely your father ref
Chapter 83Simon handed Myra a cup of steaming hot coffee, which she accepted gratefully. Her tired eyes showed the weight of sleepless nights that had taken their toll on her. He settled down next to her, concern etched across his face."Why didn't you scream, Myra?" Simon asked softly, his voice filled with worry. "The neighbors might have heard and come to your rescue."Myra sighed, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from the cup in her hands. "I didn't have the chance, Simon. The burglar knocked me out before I could react."Simon's regret was evident as he replied, "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone for that meeting. I would have been here to protect you."Myra placed a hand on his knee, reassuringly. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Simon. I'm fine. It's just a traumatic experience."Simon's concern deepened as he inquired, "Did the burglar take anything?"Myra hesitated, her thoughts briefly drifting to the harrowing details of the attack. She decided against divulging thos
Chapter 84As the sun slowly set over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the room, Simon and Myra stood in her bedroom surrounded by boxes and suitcases. There was a heaviness in the air, a mix of sadness and uncertainty, as they worked methodically together, carefully folding each piece of clothing and placing it in its respective container.Simon looked at Myra, his eyes filled with genuine sadness and concern. "Do you really have to go? Myra, you don't have to go," he murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper. "I can protect you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. Just stay."Myra paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She reached out, touching Simon's arm gently. "I know, Simon. I know how much you care, how much you want to protect me. But for how long? What happens when you're not here? I need to feel safe, and it's only back home that I can truly find that peace."Simon sighed and nodded, understanding Myra's sentiment. With a heavy heart, they continue
Chapter 85The dimly lit cave felt endless as Pelenore and Aeron navigated through the winding tunnels and treacherous passages. The walls were made of jagged rocks that glowed with an eerie blue light, casting strange shadows along their path. The air was thick with dampness, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the labyrinth.Aeron's breathing grew heavy, his footsteps becoming slower and more labored with each passing minute. He looked up at Pelenore, his mentor and guide, with exhaustion etched onto his face. "Father, when do we get there?" he called out, hoping for a ray of hope to lighten his burden.But instead of the comforting response he had anticipated, Pelenore's voice dripped with a coldness that pierced his heart. "You have lost the right to address me as father," he snapped. "You must earn it back. So for now, it's Great Wizard or Pelenore to you."Aeron's hurt cut through him like a sharp blade, but he remained silent. Deep down, he believed that maybe he did