Chapter 367: The Last Threshold of Wrath (1)
Not everything went as smoothly as the wedding. Days sped by. I felt like I closed my eyes for only a moment, but when I opened them, a month had passed. I wish I was exaggerating. Time moved on, leaving me behind. It almost felt unfair.
Well, there is nothing I can do about it.
It was said that time flew faster as one got older. My body was young, but my mind was much older. I tried counting how old I was, but stopped when the number reached three digits. Whatever. My body was still in its twenties. Hm, that could be seen as me insisting that I was much younger than I actually was...
As I thought about the cruelty of the passage of time, a knight rode up and saluted me, snapping me back to reality.
“Glory to the Moon of Ivansia! Your Grace, we’ve surrounded the castle as commanded!”
“Ah, great work, Knight Commander.”
“No problem!”
“Did you send the envoy to ask for their surrender but still nothing?"
“Yes, Your Grace! They say they will fight to the end!”
I clicked my tongue. “How foolish.”
The Ducal Family of Ivansia’s best troops, including their knight commander, surrounded me in a tight circle. An army of at least six thousand was encircling a small city. Since I had been doing interviews not too long ago, some wondered why I was now in the middle of a medieval battlefield. The reason was simple. Raviel had nearly been killed. Well, she had actually been killed.
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