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Chapter 402: Invisibility is the first trick

“What did you just say?” Adwin demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous register as he glared at Dredis.

“M-Master Dreulis is bound by a slave contract to Leon Luster, Sir,” Dredis stammered, finally forcing his eyes open to meet Adwin’s furious gaze. “And… he currently resides inside his dungeon.”

“What the-?! Fuck this…” Adwin spat, his composure fracturing. “Get my carriage ready. I want to meet Dreulis RIGHT NOW. Everything is spinning completely out of fucking control.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Dredis bowed, vanishing from the hall in an instant.

…Outside the Royal Castle,

Within minutes, ten royal carriages were lined up in the courtyard, their dark wood gleaming under the moonlight.

“What happened so late at night, sir? Is everything alright?” one of the carriage drivers whispered, glancing nervously at the heavily armored knight standing beside his carriage.

“I don’t have any idea. Keep your mouth shut and drive,” the knight shot back, his expression grim.

“Y-Yes, Sir,” the driver mumbled, quickly looking away.

*CREAAAAMMMM*

The massive iron gates of the Royal Castle groaned open. Adwin strode out, draped in his formal royal attire, flanked by ten elite knights and ten high-ranking mages. Without a word, the retinue boarded their respective carriages, and the convoy tore out of the castle grounds into the night.

Inside Adwin’s Carriage,

Adwin sat perfectly still, his eyes closed, his white-knuckled right hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

Frenir sat directly across from him, suffocating.

‘What in the absolute hell-?! Why is there so much bloodlust radiating from him?’ Frenir thought, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw air.

‘He looks completely calm, but the pressure in this carriage is agonizing.’ Slowly, carefully, Frenir slid toward the window and cracked it open, desperately inhaling the cool night air.

“Dreulis was with us for generations…” Adwin spoke, his voice low and raspy, his eyes still shut tight. “He fought side by side with my great-grandfather on the battlefield.”

“I-I see…” Frenir replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

‘Who the hell is Dreulis? Is he that important?’ Frenir’s mind raced. ‘Did he die? No, if he died, Adwin wouldn’t be this furious. Wait… did he just say the man fought with his great-grandfather in the Great War? That was over two hundred years ago! What the fuck is going on here? Who is this guy?’

“I don’t understand how a kid who hasn’t even seen twenty winters of life managed to take him as a slave,” Adwin growled, his eyes snapping open. The ambient bloodlust in the carriage spiked so violently that the woodwork seemed to creak. “I swear to God… I will kill that brat, Leon Luster tonight.”

‘A teenager got the King this pissed off?’ Frenir thought, utterly bewildered. ‘Who the hell is Leon Luster?’

….

In just a few minutes, the carriages skidded to a halt at the perimeter of a dense, dark forest.

*Click*

Adwin stepped out of the carriage, his boots crunching on the dirt as he marched directly into the woods. Frenir hurried to keep pace, with the mages and knights fanning out behind them in a tight defensive formation.

Deep within the thicket, Adwin reached a massive, ancient tree where Dredis was already waiting.

“Is this it?” Adwin asked, looking down at a set of massive, reinforced metallic gates embedded directly into the earth.

‘Hmm…? An entrance to a dungeon ?’ Frenir noted, his confusion growing.

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty,” Dredis replied, hesitating as he took a step back.

Adwin strode up to the threshold, raising his heavy boot to smash the metallic gates open by brute force.

“I would think twice before doing that.”

A raspy, familiar voice echoed from the shadows behind them.

Adwin spun around instantly. Standing in the darkness of the trees was a towering undead figure.

“Oh my God… It’s a monster! A Lich!” Frenir panicked, his instincts taking over as he whipped out his wand, mana channeling into the tip.

“Mages, defensive-“

“Dreulis…” Adwin interrupted, his voice dropping as his eyes locked onto the slave collar clamped around the entity’s bony neck.

“You shouldn’t break into someone’s home like a common thief,” Dreulis spoke, his hollow voice entirely devoid of emotion. “Especially when the master of the house isn’t even home. You are a king Adwin. Have the decency of one.”

“Dreulis… I am here to save you from that evil kid. You are in a forced slave contract right ? He took you in a slave contract using trickery, right ?” Adwin asked with a serious expression as he walked upto Dreulis.

“No trickster is tricky enough to trick Dreulis into a forced slave contract. I came into the slave contract on my own terms.” Dreulis replied in a neutral tone.

“What !??? Why would you come into a slave contract with that kid ? What is wrong with you !???” Adwin asked with an utterly shocked expression.

“Knowledge is everything, Adwin. The kid has shown me more than I have seen in the last two hundred years.

This is the truth and it will remain the truth. If you want my help, you will have to ask my master and if he allowed me to help you… I will.” Dreulis replied in a neutral tone.

*Sigh*

Adwin let out a long sigh as he placed his middle finger and thumb on the inner corner of his eyes and closed them with a disappointed expression on his face.

“Where is he ?” Adwin asked as he opened his eyes again and looked at Dreulis.

“We have just received the news that master Leon is in some trouble with some kind of walking statues and has ordered us to be on guard of the dungeon.” Dreulis replied in a neutral tone.

“Us ?” Adwin asked with a confused expression as he looked around.

Dreulis immediately raised his wand and slammed it on the ground.

*Thud*

As soon as the wand hitted the ground, the spell was turned off and around fifty dark Elfs were revealed.

Ten of them standing right behind the mages and the knights. Holding sharp daggers inches away from their necks.

While the others were sitting on the trees pointing their arrows towards them.

Fruela stood right next to Adwin her presence completely undetected.

“Invisibility is the first trick in the book of ambushes.” Dreulis replied in an amused tone.