Chapter 39: Ch:39 Of Assassins and Afternoon Cake
Meanwhile, deep within the shadows of the towering trees just beyond the Exonory training grounds, the masked elf stood still—completely cloaked in invisibility, blending with the breeze and bark. Not a leaf rustled from his presence.
His crimson eyes locked onto Dila, watching her sitting on the bench, still grumbling under her breath as a the maid and the Priestess fussed over her knees. She looked annoyed... and yet strangely at peace.
From a small side pouch, the masked elf retrieved a circular magic mirror—smooth as silver glass. With a flick of his thumb across the runes engraved at the edge, the orb shimmered, recording the scene like a live stream.
A soft voice carried into the linked mirror.
"My lord." the assassin whispered.
"This is your daughter... as you ordered, I’ve confirmed her condition. She is healthy. Laughing. A little bruised, but not harmed. She... she seems happy."
On the other end of the connection, deep within the luminous halls of Eldor’s royal palace, King Albedo stood alone in his chamber—eyes fixed on the glowing oracle orb hovering before him.
There she was. His daughter.
The light of the screen cast a glow over his face, and for a moment, the cold, war-hardened expression faltered.
His hand reached out, trembling slightly, as he gently touched the edge of the projection.
"My daughter..." he whispered.