Book 7: Chapter 47
I didn’t leave. The sandstorm had slowly calmed down. The storm came quick and left quickly. It only lasted for a few hours. The wind whistling next to my ear gradually quietened down and the sun slowly came up behind me. The sun overtook the darkness of the sandstorm in the end, but nothing ahead of us had changed. The black cavalry unit didn’t rush at us. However, their blades that were aimed downward, meant that they didn’t intend to be friendly.
Lorana stood in front of me and watched them with a cold look with her sword in hand. Though lots of blood was trickling from her wound and despite her face turning paler and paler, the killing intent she emitted from her body didn’t diminish.
She told me to leave.
But I didn’t.
“Your Majesty, didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Lorana looked at me, who stood in place, refusing to move. I passed the map Tarak gave me to the elder of the tribe and then drew my handgun from my waist. I stood next to Lorana. I chuckled and explained, “There’s no point in running anymore. If they make it to me, I’d rather die fighting than die running. I am Elizabeth’s son, after all.”
“If you die, Vyvyan really will annihilate this entire world, you know?”
“Let her destroy it then. I’ll be dead anyway, so I’d have no lingering feelings for this world. Actually, I think that we would’ve been rescued if I called Mommy Vyvyan before.”
“Wouldn’t you still be a kid hiding in his mother’s arms, one that waits for his mom to come to his rescue when something happens then?” Lorana laughed loudly and then scrubbed my head a little roughly. She continued, “Your Majesty, you’re no longer a kid. Congratulations. But I do hope that you can live on.”