Chapter 89: The return to Trojas
A few days had passed since then, and the king, his guard and the other members of the ship were getting ready to enter the Trojasian seas, just a few hours from finally reaching their destination.
It had been over two months since their departure, and everyone onboard the vessel was about ready to go home and never return to sea again. Hael had been speaking with their prisoner—Meliše, trying to get more answers in spite of Ceremus' refusal.
He wasn't sure why, but he felt an awful premonition in his spirit telling him that he needed to gain more answers concerning this bull and the person who wanted to get the sword and shield from them. From what he gathered, the artefact they had in their possession was an important tool that could potentially aid them in their battle against this unknown man. But what he wanted to know was why they were being targeted.
The sorceress had since downed back her modest garbs now that her plans to seduce the king were warped. She was initially against telling Hael anything after Ceremus' blatant disregard for her words, but softened her hardened heart when she was the lengths Hael went through to get through to her. She realized that despite the horrible company he kept with him, the white-haired giant was a kindhearted man.
She sighed in defeat as she saw the tall burly man abandon his pride and plead for an answer.
"Unfortunately, I cannot reveal to you who this man is by name since he will hear it and know that I have failed my mission. What I can tell you is that he seeks revenge for something the two of you have done." She said.
Hael furrowed his brows. "What have we done?" He tried to think back to the countless things he did with Ceremus but couldn't think of anything they did that could incur the wrath of another person.
All they've been doing is engaging in leisurely activities or going on hunts. Loki, who was perched on a windowsill across from them, had a downcast expression. He wasn't certain if this was the reason, but a certain creature they had defeated near the Aphthonia Forest came to mind. The kakoethes.
And as the bird looked at his friend, they shared a similar look. But Hael was unsure as to why killing the kakoethes would incur this person's wrath.
"I need to speak to Ceremus. Now." the guard said as he got up and went to the main deck where the king was speaking to Marcus.
"Your Majesty, we will make landfall shortly. The crew stands ready." He told the king.