Chapter 83: His Own Weakness
Hours passed, and it was already dark when they arrived at Castle Cordon. They then were escorted directly to the great hall where the celebrations for Xenia’s victory would be held.
"Your Highness," Wizard Lurio greeted Ezekiel, his direct approach indicating that he had important news for him.
With a smile, he replied, "I hope you’re bringing good news..."
"You’re right, Your Highness," Lurio nodded. "Fortunately, all of Helion’s forces have retreated, so Commander Atlas is asking for your permission to wrap everything up for our soldiers to come back home."
"I understand, but we must not let our guard down just yet. Tell Atlas to leave a few soldiers to stay and patrol all possible areas for a surprise attack," Ezekiel instructed. "Also, come back quickly and go straight to my chamber soon after. We still have a few important matters to discuss with my parents."
"I understand, Your Highness. I will relay the same message and return promptly," Lurio affirmed before heading off to carry out his orders.
Ezekiel sighed as he turned his attention to his surroundings. There was mellow music playing in the background along with bright lights scattered throughout the hall which was perfectly decorated with nice flowers. All in all, the scene was very glamorous and extravagant for the occasion.
Looking further, he found great satisfaction in witnessing King Darius treating his sister Xenia with utmost care and respect in every aspect. Making his way to his spot, Ezekiel sat in the chair on the round table together with his family. Just as they were settled in, Xenia quickly walked towards them and immediately sat on the chair next to him with a smile on her face.
"Hmm... Tarah isn’t back yet?" Xenia curiously asked.
"Hmm... I’m sure she’ll return shortly," Ezekiel replied. In the end he chose not to contact Tarah just yet through their dragon bond.
’It’s been a while since she saw that friend after all, so perhaps they wanted to catch up for a long time,’ he reasoned silently, still resisting the impulse to check on Tarah. ’It’s still early anyway,’ he concluded, determined not to give in to the tendency of being an overbearing presence.