Chapter 248: The Wrath of the King
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I was dead tired last night and had a brain freeze. I decided to sleep instead of publishing a Chapter that I am pretty sure will have many errors.
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Lara averted her gaze from the Minister of Rites, choosing instead to fix her eyes on the king, who sat regally upon his ornate seat. His posture was proud, exuding authority and confidence, the very embodiment of the kingdom itself.
"Your Majesty," Lara’s voice flowed like a gentle melody, smooth and pleasing to the ears. "I have brothers who are more capable than I, six of them."
"Yes, Your Majesty," General Odin could not help but chime in. "She’s just a woman, and I would love her to marry and give me grandchildren rather than join the battlefield. Just let my six sons protect Northem."
King Heimdal chuckled. "But she is not an ordinary woman, General. She inherited a lot of your traits. Besides, the Silver Wolf is a team of soldiers whose primary focus is to rescue the injured." The king shifted his gaze to Lara. With a sigh, he continued, " But I understand. Anyway, there is no war, the offer still stands when the time comes."
Lara lowered her head gracefully, a gesture of deep respect shining in her eyes. "Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady yet soft, "I truly appreciate your understanding. Should Northem call upon me to serve in the future, I will certainly heed it and join the fray." Her words carried a weight of determination, echoing her unwavering loyalty to the realm. "As long as I am alive, if the kingdom needs me, I will definitely come."
Odin’s gaze snapped toward his daughter, his eyes flaring with the sting of a retort poised on his tongue—but he paused, jaw clenched. It was an era of fragile peace; there was no need to stoke unnecessary fears. He exhaled slowly, the tension draining from his shoulders.
"Ahem, Lady Lara," the Minister of Defense stepped forward and gave her a light bow. "Congratulations on getting the Medal of Valor. You even surpassed your father." He shot a look at General Odin, now bearing the title of Marquis with a wide grin. "He got his when he was twenty, while you are not even eighteen yet." He smiled, the lines of his face creasing with attempted flattery.