289 The Vengeful Spirit At The Bottom Of The Well (1/2)
Twilight Palace, VIP lounge.
”It does not seem like his Highness will be coming back anytime soon. Let us continue to eat before the food goes cold.” Faelyn said to the two maids and Nelson Donahue, who ordered another two dishes for himself happily.
Faelyn had always been a vegetarian, not because of some customs but because the meat the elves cooked was simply not that good, while their vegetarian food was like the taste of heaven.
However, things have changed after she had a taste of the food prepared by Twilight Palace. Although the veggies and salad cooked by humans were mediocre, the beast meat was different.
She did not know beast meat could taste so good. It appeared that every race had its own specialty.
Unknowingly, Faelyn had cleaned out all the meat from her dishes but left out the veggies. Feeling that her hunger had yet to be satiated, she began to eye Leon's food on the table.
'I don't think he can finish all of this by himself, and it'll quite cold by the time he returns. I should help him finish it. En, I am helping him.” Faelyn convinced herself.
That night, Leon did not return to Twilight Palace to continue his meal and sent a messenger to inform Faelyn and the others that he would not be returning.
The mystery of Lost Isle Alley had grabbed all his attention. Spreading out his divine sense, he located the nearest shadowguard in the area and summoned the person to his position.
”What are your orders, Your Highness?” The shadowguard saluted subserviently with a bit of confusion, unsure if the prince had called him over or not. What
Leon had used Divine Will to transmit his message across space to the shadowguard. What the shadowguard heard was akin to a sound transmission commonly used between divine practitioners.
”I need you to return to the palace and inform my father to recall the search on the Capital. There aren't any more hidden enemies in the Capital.” Leon said to the shadowguard before asking the Baron, ”Isn't that right, Sir Grant?”
”Yes, that is right, Your Highness.” Baron Grant recovered from a quick surprise and admitted, before proceeding to explain. ”Ever since we foiled the sect's plans 17 years ago and covertly killed all their spies, they changed their focus to other cities and had not sent another spy to Capital since.”
Leon nodded before turning back to the shadowguard with a stern look.
”Also inform my father to treat Lost Isle Alley as a danger zone and send people over to seal off this place. If he asks for details, tell my father I will recount what I discovered here personally when I return to the palace. That is all. Go now.”
”Yes, Your Highness!”
The shadowguard obliged solemnly after being infected with the prince's sternness. He did not dare to delay and immediately disappeared from his spot to deliver the message to the king.
”Your Highness!” Baron Grant shouted suddenly.
”What is it?”
”Take a look! Something is happening inside!”
When Leon turned to look, there were flickers of white light escaping from the darkness of Lost Isle Alley's entrance, and the sudden cry of a young girl soon followed.
”Wuwuwuu...”
”It's the strange cry from the young girl—No, vengeful spirit again.” Baron Grant stated.
Leon raised a hand and gestured for the Baron to keep quiet as he perked his ears and listened to the young girl's cry. His ears were picking something different.
”Save me… Save me… It hurts…!”
Leon could hear the vengeful spirit crying for help from the bottom of the well like it was suffering from great torment. He could not sense any malice and hatred in its tone like a vengeful spirit should innately possess.
At the same time, pulses of energy could be felt emanating outwards, and the ground subtly shook.
With these few points of observation, Leon could infer that the vengeful spirit was incredibly powerful and intelligent. Still, it was also confined and violently struggling as it was in great pain!