The Omega Princess and Her Two Leashes - Chapter 70
Chapter 70
With every report, Leybid nodded gravely, his outward composure belying the growing unease within him. What if the Empire actually succeeded in neutralizing the spirits’ protection?
“Yes, everyone, please do your utmost to ensure the Empire’s remaining chance doesn’t go to waste.”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
“We are truly giving it our all.”
“I know. I’m only sorry that I haven’t been able to contribute or uncover anything of significance while all of you work so diligently.”
“Not at all, Your Highness. You are constantly engaged with the Princess of Fleurose in the pursuit of information.”
The seemingly genuine smile on Leybid’s face cracked. The delegation, unable to imagine any romantic involvement between two alphas, had completely misinterpreted his interactions with Arlenrose.
Ironically, Fleurose, observing Leybid’s apparent interest in their princess, had assigned Arlenrose to him. She now managed all his affairs within the palace, including acting as his constant escort, effectively placing him under her watchful eye.
The kingdom’s acknowledgment effectively sanctioned Arlenrose and Leybid’s constant togetherness. This delighted Leybid, as it provided ample opportunity for their closeness. However, the envoys’ intensified zeal, fueled by this very display of affection, presented a rather awkward predicament.
“Indeed, Your Highness. Witnessing such devotion, how could we dare to be idle?”
“I am truly impressed, to think, Your Highness, once so averse to other Alphas, now dances with one for the sake of the Empire!”
“While Your Highness possesses numerous virtues, we harbored concerns about your perceived lack of ambition and languid demeanor regarding the throne. We are relieved to discover these worries were unfounded.”
“Blood is thicker than water, as they say. You are truly the Emperor’s son.”
“Haha…” Leybid chuckled, offering no other response. He remained averse to other Alphas, still lacked ambition, and possessed a languid nature. He could find no resemblance to the Emperor within himself.
“Such a lascivious place, it is only fitting that Your Highness, a renowned lover, should be its master.”
Leybid struggled to maintain his amiable facade under the barrage of such comments. A disconcerting premonition arose: he might soon need to actively hinder the envoys’ efforts.
***
Beneath a sky shrouded in grey, heavy with clouds, lay a forest of bluish-grey. Known as the Sorcerer’s Forest, it was a place where people frequently lost their way, often perishing. A rumor circulated: the ashes of a sorcerer, burned at the stake, were scattered throughout the forest, cursing anyone who trod upon them. While the frequent disappearances were true, the curse was a fabrication.
The forest’s monotonous landscape, with its seemingly identical paths, easily disoriented travelers. This uniformity stemmed from the poisonous nature of the bluish-grey sequoia trees, which choked out all other vegetation. Navigating this dense, monochromatic expanse proved a formidable challenge.
It took the revolutionaries, escaped from Fleurose’s royal palace, a full week to reach Demonas’s new hideout nestled within the forest. Upon their arduous arrival, they were greeted by Demonas’s leader, clad in the same silver mask they wore the day they’d freed them from the royal prison.
“You have endured much,” they said, their voice low and gravelly, just as they remembered. “I rejoice to see my comrades reunited.”
“Diabolus!” Several revolutionaries started to kneel, but Diabolus stopped them.
“Such a perilous journey, I apologize for not accompanying you. Duties within the hideout required my presence.”
“Not at all, we are eternally grateful for your personal intervention in our rescue.”
Diabolus, they knew, had returned to the hideout five days prior. This meant they’d traversed the immense distance from Fleurose’s palace to the northern hideout in a mere two days. How such a feat was possible remained a constant source of wonder. Their leader’s abilities never ceased to amaze.
Despite these extraordinary feats, Diabolus always maintained an air of composure. “I merely fulfilled my duty as your leader. Now, rest and recuperate until your next assignment.”
“Yes, Diabolus,” they responded, and filed away.
As Diabolus turned, their legs faltered slightly, unnoticed by the departing revolutionaries. They retreated to their room, collapsing onto their bed with a sigh.
“Well done, Grafton,” a voice called from the opposite bed.
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