Chapter 392: A Baby
At Cordon Castle
"How was it?" Nikolai teased Darius who was currently busy making a wooden rocking chair inside his workshop. He was aware that his friend was fond of building things, but it was unfortunate that he was simply not good at it.
"Damn! I still can’t get it right," Darius helplessly muttered, the chair in front of him refusing to rock smoothly. "I want a rocking chair for Xenia that I made so she can sit there once our baby is born."
Nikolai chuckled, "Just have your best man in the field do it. Or you can just buy one..."
"But I want to make it myself," Darius grumbled with a pout. "I just wish Osman was here... I miss that man. He’s the best at building things and making structures."
"I’m sure you’ll find him soon," Nikolai reassured him. "The search is still on, right?"
Devon had wreaked havoc in all parts of the land, and Cordon lost one of its Great Admirals because of him. Great Admiral Osman was like a brother to his friend Darius, and Nikolai knew how his friend refused to stop their search even though everyone believed the man was already dead.
"Yes. I won’t stop looking for him," Darius firmly stated. "Still, I’m relieved that Ezekiel killed that bastard Devon, bringing justice to everyone especially after what that man did to Osman."
Indeed, the news had quickly spread like wildfire, and everyone rejoiced upon hearing about the demon king’s death.
"By the way, do you know what Ezekiel’s plan is now?" Darius curiously asked as he stood up from his position and sat on the chair opposite to his for a sip of tea. "Who will rule Helion? Also, want some fresh animal blood?"
Nikolai shook his head, and Darius quickly followed up in disbelief, "You’re not drinking any fresh blood too?"