Chapter 6 — Curse Those Eldorians
Lucian’s gaze fell on the sword at his waist, and he halted his horse.
"Wait! That’s...!"
He leapt off his horse and quickly pulled the sheath from his scabbard. A faint glimmering red light caught his eye, causing him to grimace as a thought crossed his mind.
Isn’t it... a magic stone?
Curiosity piqued, he promptly unsheathed his sword and turned the sheath upside down. A small, scarlet stone, bright and glowing, fell to the ground.
"How did this happen? How did it even fit inside?" Lucian muttered, picking up the magical stone in his palm. "And it didn’t even break!" He gasped as the heat emanating from the stone warmed his cold skin.
Though amazed, Lucian clenched the stone in his hand and his jaw tightened as he recalled the horrors of war.
No matter how fascinating this small piece could be, was it worth so many lives?
Angered yet determined, he was resolved to inform the king. Perhaps it could change his mind about the marriage he had announced a few hours earlier.
The young man grabbed his horse, turned it 180 degrees, and rode back to the palace.
Upon arriving at the king’s castle, he requested an audience.