Chapter 92: He is too weak
Arriving at the Duke’s estate, Hezekiah strode straight into the building where Quinn resided, paying no mind to the murmured greetings of the servants.
"Should I say it’s nice to see you, considering you have gone to such lengths to stop me from seeing you?" Quinn’s voice rang out, halting Hezekiah’s steps. His gaze landed on Quinn, who lounged against the wall as if he had been expecting him.
"Let’s go inside," Hezekiah ordered, uninterested in banters at the moment. Without another word, he moved toward the study, not bothering to check if Quinn followed.
Quinn smirked and trailed after him, shutting the door once inside.
"So, what’s your decision?" He asked, already aware of why Hezekiah had come in such haste. The king valued his people above all else, no matter the circumstances, their safety was his priority.
"I have read the scroll," Hezekiah stated, his voice resolute. "They have no interest in negotiations. Their first target is our allied kingdom, the witches and I will not allow that. How quickly can you prepare the new army?"
For the first time in years, Quinn felt something akin to satisfaction as he observed the man before him. He had expected Hezekiah to propose another truce, but it seemed he had finally realized that sometimes one must speak with a sword rather than words.
"It will take four to five days if we go through the official enlistment process. If we forgo the ceremony, two days should suffice," Quinn answered, striding to his desk. He unraveled a war map across the table.
"This is our battle strategy. I drafted it before considering the new army, but we can adjust accordingly. What do you think?"