Chapter 64: Queen Emma Velen
Swoosh!
My angelic wings flapped majestically as I flew over the towering castle walls, looking down at a group of about 30 to 50 people approaching. Most of them were soldiers armed with swords and shields, while the group behind was made up of peasants carrying fruits of various kinds and a black pot with a paper talisman placed on its lid.
At the center of the group was a golden palanquin, carried by eight guards dressed in light leather armor, but without weapons.
My appearance drew their attention and the soldiers reached for their weapons, but none was bold enough to grab their swords, let alone unsheath them.
"Wise choice," I said with cold eyes.
According to Lord Ravus’s diary, they came to him without weapons and lowered themselves in submission. Yet, everyone here was armed to the teeth.
I could understand they were cautious of the man who killed their hero, that’s why I didn’t attack anyone—yet. However, what I refuse to accept is these weaklings brandishing their weapons at me.
The moment their swords leave their sheaths, everyone dies.
"Behave!" An authoritative yet young voice came from the palanquin. "You are standing in the presence of our Savior!"
The guards exchanged worried glances and slowly retracted their hands, but this only further infuriated me. I was already in a bad mood, and this act of stupidity from these soldiers only worsened it.
"Drop your swords and shields on the ground. Or die." My voice was calm, but it carried a threatening tone.