Chapter 69 - 68. Anchor Of Hopes (1)
The snow had settled in on every crevice and cranny of the Northern territory after the Solistice, it would still take two more months till it would finally melt and the spring would come.
The Solistice was said to be the darkest period of the night before the morning, when the snow would accumulate even more but it would also give hope that spring was just a few steps away.
The people in the territory were aware of the calamity that nearly hit them when they were enjoying themselves but they all rejoiced when they learned that it was diverted.
The people had become fans of Davian and the Mage who had saved them. They didn’t know the whole story but they were making songs over it and it was spreading all over the North giving hope to those who had given up after losing their Grand Duke and Grand Duchess.
Yet, for me and Davian it seemed as if everyday was a different kind of snowstorm that blew us around and throwing is in situations that made it hard for us to tackle.
The nobles had left the castle but not without messing with Davian’s head. Almost all of them had pressured Davian into believing that Archduke and Archduchess were dead and that he should arrange for a funeral now.
Davian wasn’t listening at first but because of the disheartening vacant hands that returned from Siern and all over the North, he was starting to cave in.
The Seraph Knights as well as the other knights were scouring around the North looking for the two attackers or any clue that might be found but nothing was found.
Davian was also asking me about the investigation multiple times but since I was restricted by the workings of my plan, I also had to keep my mouth shut.
He seemed to be losing hope over finding his parents.
For now, he was in my room looking distressed and exhausted, his face had grown paler and there were dark bags under his eyes, his violet eyes had lost their radiance.