Chapter 15: The strange feeling
After the fight was over and Hael was promised his reward, he stepped out of the arena and was greeted by Anthanasia and Loki who were waiting for him near the exit.
The young woman jumped into his arms in excitement, her grin lighting up her face.
"Congratulations Hael! You were amazing out there." She squealed. "I always thought you were strong, but seeing you out there in action completely blew my expectations."
Loki flew towards Hael at that same moment, landing on his shoulder as he also gave his congratulations though he already knew his friend would win. He had seen Hael fight Brontus and Maximus many times, as well as wrestle the tigers in the forest with no problem. What was a mere human to him?
Hael smiled at the two, his expression barely perceptible, but the gleam in his eyes made it clear. He appreciated their praise. While he had no doubt about his success in the duels, it was still comforting to know that there were people out there rooting for him. It was a new experience for him, but one he could accept. Anthanasia, however, rambled on, recounting some of her favorite bouts, particularly the one between him and Damas. She spoke with great enthusiasm until, suddenly, a thought seemed to strike her, and she fell silent.
Hael and Loki exchanged a glance, both puzzled by her sudden silence.
Anthanasia appeared deep in thought, weighing whether or not to voice what was on her mind. After a moment, she took a deep breath and asked, "Are you sure you want to face him?"
The question caught both Hael and Loki off guard. When the bird saw the troubled expression on her face, he hadn't anticipated this question. Confusion crept onto their faces, and it was understandable.
"I thought you wanted me to enter the Battle Olympia and win so I could face him?" Hael responded, raising an eyebrow.
Anthanasia froze, her face turning crimson with embarrassment. She hadn't expected Hael to see through her intentions. The sudden realization that her plans had been uncovered filled her with guilt.
"I—I'm sorry," she stammered, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I should have told you the real reason I wanted you to compete in the Olympia. I... I was just so frustrated with the state of our Kingdom and wanted change. I thought... maybe if I found someone who could stand up to the King, who could challenge him, it might..." She trailed off with a sigh, pressing her hand to her forehead.