Chapter 63: The Queen’s Mercy, The Hero’s Coming
In the royal castle that smelled of gold instead of stains from the undead, a buzzing discussion coiled the throne room. The human Queen Elsara groaned with her head tilted, her crown unbearbly weighted among her browny hair that hued silvers of royalty, as she glared at the buzzing subjects below from her throne, surrounding a table placed upon with a white globe collared by silvers, stained black could seen in one ciricular spot and spreading in an alarming rate, a foretelling of the utter dangers the Holy Town of Rouen is currently facing.
"My Queen." Chandelier Forsak bowed her waist, his eyes glaring into the panicky subjects surrounding him before her gaze softened into a stern look for her niece. "The Town of Rouen, as you can see, is in great danger. Yet as we discussed, the Dragon Queen and the Tyrant Slayer were both at the scene. We should hand this matter to them as we prepared immediately for supplies and materials for relief of the citizens and destroyed structures from within."
"Chandelier Forsak...you opinion is valid, and yet..." The Queen frowned, the other servants of the royal houses nodding, each with thorned agenda or sugar-coated loyalty, only some with a geniune scowl. "We cannot hand this matter entirely to the Dragons, Chandelier Forsak. Alice....already threw a meteor at the elders, further reliance would only tip humanity’s relationship backwards for the dragonkinds."
"An excellent observation, my Queen. Yet advocates for troops would be too slow otherwise." Chandelier Forsak nodded with reluctance. "Our Kingdom of Alakarans sat towards the edges, where, across the Northern Iceland, the Holy Kingdom is eyeing us with their suspicions. The Beast Fieldom is ever eager with their advances from further West. Advocating troops would be a taunt for our borders to be invaded in the name of crisis management."
"The Eastern Draconic Empire of Tamara would not accept such an excuse, Chandelier Forsak." The Queen retorted, her patience waning with each tap on her throne. "I could understand not sending troops and prioritising administrations of supplies, but still too slow and would only catch the Dragon’s eyes for plundering every golds and artifacts we have."
So, the Queen, with a resolute stare, closed her eyes as she formulated each player on the chessboard, the chessboard she played with Alice earlier clucked in her mind, as a tug of playful smile curled at her lips.
"So, I have an excellent proposal." The Queen’s light tone, unbefitting the stingy tension, was echoing the chamber. "We will donate seconds of a magic showcase from Alice to the Magic Towers of the East. In return, we must ask for <accountant’s matches> and the grand transportation that would have cost us more."
"My Queen...I’m afraid the hero would never agree to...affairs far below her." The chandelier had a wry smile, the shocked expressions from others contorted as they frantically nodded, the hero’s infamy for selfishness and pettiness scarring everyone in the room. One random bearded noble still yelled for his mansion to be rebuilt, not satisfied with how Alice melted his home for the ’suspicion’ that the innocent him housing demons.
"With our relationship, it is possible. And." The Queen put an index finger for her lips. "More than that, I have a wager Alice would....keenly agree to. And who knows, I never intend to set a deadline for the showcases."