Chapter 132: Stepping Into The Battlefield
To Vee, I am a passionate lover.
But to the rest of the world, I am a peerless strategist who can turn any situation around.
— One Day Later —
[Door Activated]
Stepping out of my door, I directly entered Mour’arath’s palace throne room. Standing in front of the throne, I looked down to see three kneeling figures:
Human, dwarf, and goblin.
The human was half bald and old, somewhere around his late 50s. I have known Alfred since the day he was born, and now I have watched him advance in age while I remain the way I am.
Sometimes I envy them.
They get to die and escape this chaos, while Gatekeepers like us are forced to live until we are either killed by the darkness or by other Gatekeepers.
Beside him was a green, round-headed midget with a crooked nose and a lanky body hidden within oversized robes. Kæk was the goblin chief in this region and probably the oldest person among the three.
And finally, there was Olaf—the half-bald dwarf with a braided beard and a war axe strapped to his back at all times, even when dressed in robes.
Olaf has always been this way since he was little, and I found it funny that he kept this habit after growing up. He was probably the only one allowed to carry a weapon in my presence, mostly because I find it intriguing.