Chapter 101: The worried huntress
"I heard the king will travel north soon," Elias said to Laurel as they walked to his office.
"Really? Where did you hear this from?"
"From a great informant of mine, of course."
Laurel scoffed. "By informant, you mean Anemone?"
Elias let out a cheeky grin, causing the vice-captain to shake his head. "So, why is he traveling all of a sudden?"
Elias sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Apparently, he thinks there's a cure out there."
Laurel raised his brows. "You mean for the ultimate warrior? Is there really something that can cure him? He's been asleep for almost two months now," he said solemnly.
They had all been there when Hael took his last breath, believing the guard to be dead. Elias could still recall the day like it was yesterday—Ceremus' devastated expression had shocked him. For the first time, Elias felt pity for the king. Then there were the horrified screams from Anthanasia. She had taken it the hardest, refusing to believe Hael was truly gone. Fortunately, she had been right. Hael wasn't dead—only trapped in a deep, unshakable slumber, his body still clinging to life.
For the past month, the king had tried everything to wake Hael. And the people of Trojas felt his pain. Hael was more than just a warrior; he was their hero, the man who had saved them from calamity. But beyond that, he was kind, selfless, and virtuous. They all hoped that one day, he would open his eyes again.
"It would be a miracle," Elias said, "but I hope he finds the cure—for all our sakes."
Everyone knew how hard Ceremus had taken his father's death. No one wanted history to repeat itself—not when the king was finally changing.