Chapter 485: punishment should be given by the one who is wronged
Natha stared at the druid he just caught, who was trembling like a leaf from a nightmare assaulting him from nowhere. From how it looked inside the druid’s mind, however, Natha felt like this one had been living in a perpetual nightmare anyway.
Was Amarein said it was the Prince? The only remaining Prince from the fallen kingdom--aside from Valen--was the King’s brother, Valen’s great-uncle.
Natha glanced at the side; a leftover firepit, remnants of roasted meat from last night, and a pile of grass and hay beneath a thin, worn-out hemp blanket. The druid himself wore the same worn-out clothes, albeit clean--probably because he had been camping near the water. His trembling figure was not dirty, even if the unkempt hair and beard made him look like he belonged in a shady alley of the empty region.
Who would have thought, that this homeless-looking druid was the last remaining royal blood who had ever lived in the druid palace.
Natha had no idea what this prince was doing here, however. He had felt the druid’s presence from the first time they found the spot, and with Amarein’s story, he was sure this druid was the one staying in this place. But the spirits did not deem him threatening, and Natha did not sense any malice--that was the only reason he did not do more than paralyze the druid with fear and tie him right after.
Yes, the prince did not appear to be dangerous. But as long as he didn’t know the druid’s intention, he would not let the druid meet Valen.
And it seemed Amarein was in agreement.
"You have been running away and hiding from us for decades, but now you come here, living here in the open," Amarein lowered herself so she could be on eye level with the old druid. "What do you want, Your Highness? Do you wish to see your niece’s grandson? The last bloodline of the Seahl?"
"That’s..."
Her words seemed to be jolting the prince out of his nightmare. He spoke one word and gasped, as if choked by his own attempt to speak, and fell to the ground, gasping. Natha let him go, stepping back slightly and nodding at Amarein, who was asking for confirmation. He could sense the image of his beloved in the prince’s mind, so at the very least, the old druid knew who Valen was.
Indeed, there was a desire for that in the old druid’s mind. It was the name of Seahl that spurred him awake, but it was also the one that paralyzed him in fear.