Chapter 136: Guivre ; Plants (1/2)
”General!” several men salute at once as a burly man walks past them.
As if not seeing or hearing them, the man continues to walk with an impassive look on his face.
After several minutes, the burly man finally reaches his destination.
Standing before a brown door, the man frowns for a split-second before opening the door and entering the room.
Upon his entry, several men that were sitting at a table rise from their seats and respectfully exclaim,
”General!”
This time, the man raises his hand in front of him and says,
”We don't have much time. That damned Lost Prince is back and has taken back the castle.”
Upon hearing the man utter the words 'Lost Prince' several of the men present frown.
”This is all happening due to Wardes's negligence,” one of them says.
”He had the sole job of killing him, yet failed miserably despite those with him having caught off all escape routes,” another one adds.
”Stop,” an annoyed voice escapes the burly man's mouth, ”Wardes is most likely dead now. There is no point in blaming him for what's happening.”
He then shakes his head before walking over to the table and taking a seat.
The rest take a seat as well, before looking toward the burly man.
”Before I got here, I received a letter from Sheffield, which stated that for the plan to work, we need to have Albion under control at all costs.”
Seeing that he is done speaking, one of the men voices,
”But, how are we supposed to do that? Even the Children of Heathens couldn't do much.”
As the man's voice fades off, silence fills the room as each person present in the room begins to deliberate on something.
”There is something that we have yet to use,” the burly man suddenly says.
Confusion becomes apparent on the faces of those present until one of them all of a sudden says with a shocked expression,
”Don't tell me… General, are you planning to use the Guivre?”
Hearing his words, everyone present, apart from the one referred to as general, have all kinds of reactions – shock, excitement, worry, and fear.
---1st POV---
”Lizette, aren't you a little too close?” I question while looking at the blond woman who's tightly holding my right arm close to herself.
”Not at all,” she replies while smiling, ”I had never gotten the chance to spend time with my son due to all troublesome matters of the castle.”
Now that she finally has a chance to so, she makes full use of it, huh.
Well, apart from the soft sensation on my arm, I don't have much else to comment on.
However, a certain cute snake doesn't seem to enjoy this as she wriggles around under my sleeve.
Using my free arm, I move the sleeve away to let Aurora out, which she gleefully does by slithering onto my free arm.
”Is that a snake?!” Lizette exclaims, a little shocked.
”It's my familiar,” I explain, ”I summoned her not too long ago.”
This seems to shock Lizette even more, as her eyes widen, and she says,
”You were able to summon a familiar?”
Her reaction is too abnormal. Could it be, Wales Tudor wasn't able to summon a familiar?
My thoughts seem to align with reality perfectly as Lizette begins tearing up as she happily hugs me and yells,
”You finally did it!”
After a dozen or so seconds, Lizette finally lets go of me as she steps back and says,
”It had always bothered you that you weren't able to summon a familiar. I wonder how you would've reacted if you had your memories.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I question,
”Was there a reason for 'him' not being able to summon one?”
”I don't know,” she responds, ”You never told me anything regarding that matter.”
It seems like Wales suffered from this quite a bit.
As I'm about to share my thoughts regarding Wales's actions, the ground beneath us shakes as the loud sound of an explosion resounds in my ears.
Lizette loses her balance and is about to fall, but I prevent that from happening by pulling her close to myself.
Then, I use Clairvoyance to check out what has happened, only to find a giant crater in the ground surrounded by flames.
Checking the surroundings, I find no one who could've caused this, leading to the conclusion that this was the result of a ranged attack.
Shifting my focus back to reality, I find numerous hurried footsteps as a platoon of soldiers runs toward us.
”Madame, Young Lord!” the one that seems to be leading them exclaims.