Ser Ellyldor Barassard P.O.V.
Barassard the Bold they call me at my face. Yet, behind my back, I hear them say Barassard the Turncoat.
With white hair as white as all the winters and summers I've seen. These days, I find myself visited by the faces of the kings I've served. The faces of those I swore to protect, the faces of those I failed. In my life, all I ever desired was to live a life of honor defending a King worthy of service. In the Great War, I defended the purgatory from the siege of Archangel Michael, and I resisted his siege with honor and made sure whatever claim he had on the Underworld lands was only left in the dust.
To show his gratitude King Lucifer the Morningstar elevated me to his Royal Guard, it was the proudest day of my life. Yet, the King died in a battle I couldn't be at. Where many of my upper-rank men died also in that last stand. And my vows were assessed when the Queen's mood soured. She and the king's son became obsessed with the thought of everyone being their enemies, of wanting to once again fight the great war and wishing to elevate our race beyond. But the swords of the Royal Guard couldn't defend them from the enemies they saw in every shadow. My queen went mad. I had to see my Lord Commander, Ser Crynston Rofocale Lucifudge, murder Lord Bael right before my eyes and my king's son level a section of the beautiful city to get back at the 72 pillars. What followed…was blood. All the realm bled. As my queen slowly descended into madness and her son grow even more anxious and suffocated.
Daily I had to see women of many races be raped before the throne, tortured, and then bisected all while the king's son laughed gleefully and enjoyed the pain of others. Poisoning my soul ever so slowly.
I tried to fight for my Queen, trying to fight and defend House Gusion's territory.
I failed.
I had to see any aspirations my Queen had dying on the watery fields as the blood was washed into the rivers Their herald of my king's heir, her grandson showed gallantry never seen before. In a turn of events, he fought against a superior enemy and defeated him. And on that day, in his silhouette, I swore I saw the after image of my glorious King Lucifer. When the battle ended, Sirzechs's medics tended to me. I was spared out of respect.
Respect, for what?
A Royal Guard shouldn't survive one king, let alone another one who should've been.
I swore an oath to House Lucifer, and yet all that remained were whispers of fear from Lords. Out of a child, a weakly child whose body is consumed in its immense power and potential. And a maddened uncle wanted to kill it to assure its power. A single ember surrounded by darkness. If fate was kinder, then I would've been in fullness of strength, yet whatever was the cost that day. I turned my cloak twice and fought for a baby. And thus, hope happened.
The King's descendant and heir Prince Gorgalad is everything a kingdom could ever hope for in a ruler, even at his short age. A strong boy and intelligent for his age. Kind and yet also dutiful and firm. It has been my duty ever since he has been out of the hospital to guard him, such a duty made me a personal friend of Lord Gelluidur and Lady Serafall who kindly offered me the Knight Piece of her peerage. Which would've made me their slave. At first, I denied the notion saying that my only oath is to their son. But I was convinced, that the nearest I could be to him was to be at the full-time service of them. Thus, I accepted.
Gorgalad Bael Agares, Prince of Houses Lucifer, Leviathan, and Beelzebub. Bears the heaviest legacy over his shoulders, and perhaps implicitly the realm on both sides holding their breath; deeply paying attention to which side does the hidden prince's coin land. King Lucifer was wise beyond his years after the Great Council.
Each time a Lucifer is born, fate throws a coin, and the entire supernatural world holds its breath to see the side it lands. Madness…or greatness.
The realm has been afflicted by the madness in the Old King's blood. Damaidos Zereikel Asmodeus grew mad when Arilaer, the woman he loved. Chose another man instead of him, and he died swearing that he would burn the realm if only to get back at Princess Arilaer for her rejection. Having done so many atrocities for her sake. Vidreid Varsharn Beelzebub was not yet a man when he stared with bated breath as Euclid Lucifudge's familiar cried out loud as it was crushed by Lord Woo Fak Fak's powerful jaws. The vision changed him and the death of his sister, with the news that he wasn't going to be heir of the Beelzebub but instead Arilaer, made him mad with anger. Distasteful at his niece, he courted Arilaer a girl years her junior for the sake of obtaining back the seat of his family and raise in his rank. But it was all for naught, and when Arilaer's son asked for him to kneel before the 72 pillars, he stood defiant and demanded to meet Arilaer as he fought with the Fly Chimera. He stood no chance against Sirzechs Gremory and died. Tsufaame loved her elder half-cousin Gaergoroth, inspired by him and his tales she sought out his status and also his handsomeness. She fell in love with him completely, minding not that he was married to try and get him to warm her bed. Yet, she was dropped a cold bucket of water when Durdeleth was made heiress and she married. Her bitterness went on as she was openly rejected. And when the love of her life died, she sought to take what would've been hers by right if Margaery didn't stood in her path. She died drowning in her water loveless, with no children, and hateful at the world around her. Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin, all those with the blood of the princes are destined to stand out from all other devils regardless of their origin.
Madness or Greatness.
"Come at me!" Ser Ellyldor heard the captain of the Thousand Sunny cry out at the water monster, standing from the topmost spot of his ship with a smirk on his lips, his fanged grin enough to reveal he had no trouble dying gloriously facing one of the Dark Sea Monster Lords. Ser Ellyldor stared at his prince and his servant, a girl a few years older than him yet so shy and withdrawn one could easily take amiss her age. The young prince forwardly went back to the cabin of the ship to seek his book and once again in the ship's deck, as one sailor tried to turn the steering wheel of the ship away from their trajectory. Captain Strawbeard's fist elongated and punched the man square in the jaw and he took a hold of the wheel and redirected them to their position from before.
"Prepare the cannons you pussies! We're going to dine well today or be dined at."
With a cry of excitement, the pirate lord settled his men to work and brought a semblance of order as his prince stood from the highest spot on the deck staring at the cloudy seas, as a heavy storm was brewing.
"This storm reminds me of the first death in the dance." His prince mused as the stronger the wind current turned it moved his hair away.
-Lord Euclid Lucifudge.- He thought.
By his side firmly stood his servant and aide, a young white-haired girl in a dress and a choker that he remembered well. A choker that he remembered well. He was only a young boy when the great festival happened, he remembered watching the arriving attendees arrive. A buxom lamia woman came entangled in arms with Prince Gaergoroth Leviathan.
Nagini's choker
He reminded himself as his memory called back at him, having remembered from visual sight and also reading his books. Nagini he was aware was the beloved courtesan of Prince Gaergoroth before he met Princess Margaery, a beautiful and elegant lamia woman. The drizzle started to fall in droves so suddenly as the rain pelted the ships and the waves moved harshly against the ships.
Soaked to the bone, his prince didn't falter to gaze at the horizon as if hoping to be met with the home of his ancestors. As he outstretched his hand, slowly the water droplets that would've fallen on him gathered on his palm to form a glob of water, the sea serpent of the end. Though perhaps a novice spell with mild control, it was still a remarkable sight to see. As the glob grew bigger and bigger, his magical incantation circle slowly started to rotate clockwise as it slowly elongated and twisted, creating a whip that slowly grew longer and longer with the rain's water only.
"Are you sure you can go on with this rain?" He turned and directly addressed the Pirate Lord whose hands never ceased to hold the steering wheel.
"The Thousand Sunny has seen harsher storms, she loves to shake in the waves." His crooked grin though didn't make him any less comfortable with the reckless captain who wouldn't hesitate to drive them into the storm's end. If he was willing to do so.
"When was the last time you saw a storm like this?"
"This is my first time."
-We're doomed.- He thought, however a small part of him held on to hope, as the young prince opened the big book and continued to read its pages. He had to get the prince to safety, for this wasn't a moment to be reading books. Rushing at a moderate pace to address his prince, Ser Ellyldor spoke.
"The deck of the ship isn't safe my Prince. We must return to the cabin."
The young prince however looked at the storm with a mesmerized yet sullen gaze.
"There isn't a safer place than these waves Ser."
As the ship resisted, however, the shadow of a massive being in the seas was seen.
"GENSASI!" A sailor with a binocular cried out in alarm as the captain widened his eyes, as it revealed an elemental giant of earth which gathered to drink water, its complexion as if perhaps made of more trees than rock, raised its fist and slammed it on the seas and stirred its legs forward to them. This caused a gigantic tidal wave to slam against the ship, threatening to wash the deck.
"My prince."
He approached the young prince who took a deep breath and summoned a gigantic barrier. Monsieur Allairo has taught him well.
As the tidal wave washed over the ship, the barrier was caressed by the ocean's water not a single drop ever touched the deck of the ship. On his prince's face, he could see his struggling face contorted, eyes closed as he held his magical reserves for such a wide-area barrier and against the immense pressure the colossal wave exerted on them, threatening to flatten them down. A long deep hum vibrated the waves and the ship felt it, and as a response they perceived it too.
The tidal wave passed them, the barrier was dropped, and the prince released a breath. He could see his knees trembling, as his guard at once rushed with speed to take a hold of him.
"My prince." He called out in alarm as the young devil heir of Bael and Agares sighed and held onto him for what's dear to not fall yet. The genasi was already away, walking the sea towards Velkun the land of the Genasi Giants. Yet the storm pelted worse than before, what were strong winds were now harsher and the skies were so dark it would've been the night had it not been for the light of the sun, which even then provided little light. The skies were suddenly alight with harsh thunders, even the white-haired companion of the prince was already shivering, her teeth were clattering as I held my prince.
"Will we be led astray?"
The captain of the ship could only growl as he had a frowning face of effort as he held onto the steering wheel of the ship firmly, trying to keep the ship's course regardless of if the very own seas dictated otherwise.
*THUMP*
The ship shook as the hull underneath was knocked by something strong enough to make the ship tremble and many of its occupants almost fall due to the sudden somersault.
The captain stared back at him with a raised eyebrow.
*THUMP*
One of the sailors cried out falling from the highest spot of the ship, holding onto a rope so tight, in an effort not to fall the distance and die or be wounded. He widened his eyes in realization.
*THUMP*
One of the sailors gulped as it pointed towards a giant tentacle that crept up from the side.
"KRAKEN!"
"Shite."
The captain immediately summoned a barrier as another tentacle came from the depths of the sea and tried to slam itself on the ship, only to be met with a protective barrier.
"Who the hell is attacking us?" The second in command approached the captain, shaken but otherwise well as the former Royal Guard now the personal sworn sword of Prince Gorgalad mused.
"The Monster Lords of the Dark Sea. They've defended these seas for thousands of years, their service to Leviathan is absolute. They allow no ship to tread on the waters or outside the warded routes. And the direct route to the Serpent's Nest is impenetrable and guarded tightly by them."
*Thump*
More tentacles appeared, trying to break through the barrier.
"The books say that such creatures were killed in the Devil Civil War." A silver-haired sailor with intense eyes pondered out loud as many turned to him, and the personal guard frowned. With a critical eye, he could see he wore many appearance-changing spells, with a cloaking spell to alter his appearance. He wasn't one suited to judge the ugliness of others, therefore he let it be.
"Reality is made by many falsehoods."
*Thump*
"We have to do something." The captain smirked an awkward grin as he bit his lip in effort.
"The Lords know when a Leviathan is near, they wouldn't kill their Queen's prince."
"What about us?"
*THUMP*
He frowned and looked toward his prince.
"He's not one to let his loyal men die on him if he can prevent it." He turned back to the pirate captain before back to the prince who neared the edge of the ship. He widened his eyes.
"NO!" He rushed towards them, using his fastest speed, yet a very harsh strike was done and managed to damage the barrier which eventually the ship felt it.
*THUMP*
He slipped and fell on his front, as he rose his head, he widened his eyes his prince was nowhere in sight. He crawled desperately as he arrived, finding his prince on the verge of falling into the raging seas, his wrist held with all strength by the white-haired female servant he had. The boy had his eyes widened in shock, still unable to process the situation as the white haired female held onto his wrist tightly and her other hand held onto the ship with strength. Prince Gorgalad was raised to the ship once more, and with my help, we got him back to the deck of the ship. With a shocked-filled face, he glanced at his hand which had a tiny wound that bled minimally. As the skies slowly cleared as the heavy rain slowly turned to drizzle, the Monster Lords rose from the water as the light of the sun was finally seen.
"Thank you, Koneko." His prince held his hand near to his chest as he released a breath to calm himself, unconsciously he also released a breath he didn't know that he held.
"I feel, winded." The young prince took an empty spot to the side, sitting down and leaning his back on the wood. Slowly however his eyes turned milky gray, akin to a cloudy storm in his eyes fully. As the Monster Lords appeared from the waters, he had to extend his hand and hold it to the rail of the ship nearby as they were propelled forward to their destination faster.
As if the waters lead them well now, without the storm or the barrier defending the seas.
Vol. 1: Echoes; The Galenic Gamble
Ch. 4
Echoes of our Ancestors
The Thousand Sunny finally rode calmer waters, after the assault of the Kraken and finding out personally what it was to face a Genasi Giant. The waters were calmer and Gorgalad could contemplate the beauty of the Leviathan Kingdom's seas. The seas that in another life would've been home to many of the young Prince's relatives. "Captain Strawbeard." One of the sailors went to the hull to check the supplies. Approaching to the Pirate King and Naval Advisor of the Bael Fleet. The pirate wore a smirk as he ate noodles.
"We've counted the supplies and due to the tour's rushed manner, we didn't manage to refill our supplies. We only have a few for a day at most anymore."
This made the pirate captain frown, and he had that frown also. Swallowing the noodles and leaving the bowl on a nearby table he cleared his throat.
"This trip will take more than a day. Even the fiercest of sailors knows that can resist a few days of hunger before their performance starts to decay. Perhaps if they ration the supplies in half, we might survive to four days. Yet the trip is long, we'll have to make a stop in Maj'jas."
The young prince's servant turned from the unconscious prince she was tending to the Pirate Captain. Her golden eyes with question as she held a frown. Would the fleet resist that much days with no supplies?
"Maj'jas?" The young girl turned from the pirate captain to the white-haired Night-elf knight whom gave a firm nod in confirmation.
"The country of the Serpent Folk, part of the Leviathan Kingdom. Sworn races with loyalty only to Overlord Leviathan."
As a knight, he barely knew the race he shared territory with since he stood mostly at Gnaardor. The capital of the place he came from. Most Night Elves dwell in that state of the Kingdom. Yet he felt not in contact with his night elven roots for many years. Having spent centuries in the capital of Lucifaad and waging wars, he barely had any time to go back home. This might as well be his first time in centuries to visit his home or a place nearby it.
"Everything well with you here?" The pirate captain once again approached, leaving the steering wheel to the second in command. Strawbeard looked at the unconscious prince and rose an eyebrow, directing his gaze to him once more.
"We have to make a stop to Maj'jas."
"Aww man, you sure? I had a…spicy encounter with a Lamia courtesan and they're quite the jealous bunch."
The knight sweat dropped at the man's antics and shrugged. The knight cared not for silly happenings of a pirate but felt more worried at the health of his prince being compromised already enough in this trip to continue further.
"Just make sure we make a pit stop to resupply."
"Whatever you say Cap'n." He made a mock bow as he went on with his duties, leaving them alone.
"This is hardly a place for prince Gorgalad to be here. We have to take him back to his room in the cabins."
The barely lived room was quite cozy already, as he turned his eyes from the young girl to the book on the desk, he stares at its title.
"Fear and Blood, eh. You stayed here as he read?" He asked to break the ice with the new servant of his prince who shyly looked at the prince.
"He…read me a story. The dance of the Kings."
His face grimaced before he firmly had a far-away gaze. He had to remind himself that was all in the past, yet whenever such events are called, he still remembers fighting on the other side with the Asmodeus against Sirzechs's forces. Only to be crassly defeated and see the line of the great princes wither so absolutely.
"That's quite a tale." He mused back caressing the table as the young girl spoke.
"You're Ser Ellyldor Barassard, he told me they call you The Bold. You killed the entire royal guard of Ser Crynston Rofocale Lucifudge to give opportunity for Princess Arilaer to escape."
He was reminded of the smile, Princess Arilaer's smiles which reminded him of that of the realm's delight, Princess Margaery Beelzebub. A woman that so naturally with her charm and beauty had the hearts of all the realm's men in her slim yet powerful hands. A smile that birthed the Underworld's most beautiful love story, a 1 in a billion chances of a pure love to be born out of an arranged marriage.
"Aye. I did bore my blade against those knights who threatened a young woman whose only purpose in life was for her young son to live." He lamented betraying his queen, yet people didn't understand. Vows and Oaths, something so sensible and yet so harsh upon the heart of the knight. When the King died, only he of the surviving Royal Guard knew what he had to face there. An oath to a mad queen and a mad prince; the possibility of the realm being under fire.
-So many oaths and vows.- The knight thought sadly and stared at the book which immortalized the story in the version narrated by a few of the implicated and by the survivors. The book of course was old and possibly an illegal possession, after all, the Cultural Reform banned anyone from ever getting to know ancient devil history. Ancient meaning that before the Devil Civil War and off-on mentions of the Great War.
"Why is there so much blood?" She asked and the man closed his eyes.
"Fear and Blood my lady. Those are the Words of House Lucifer, Fear and Blood. Through that motto, our devil civilization has thrived and still lives today."
-The husk of what's left at least.- He ended his speech in his thoughts, having lived his years and having been a mere child and teenager through the cusp of Devil Civilization, seeing it so decayed truly gave the underworld a dreary ambiance. It wasn't always dreary, sad and gray like this. If history had been different, there would've been celebrations every so not; a king to revere and people to loyally defend their faction and upkeep their honor. Not, whatever this was.
"Though, in between those with King's blood, there's another motto. One tattooed in their very subconscious."
She tilted her head to the side.
"Never another dance."
The very same thing that Lady Durdeleth said after the death of her uncle Vidreid; was the last remaining connection the old world had with this new age. His prince, oh how must he bear the weight so of his ancestor's expectations and also the weight of their mistakes. Their cries defiant to everyone's ears would slowly grow on him.
Bring them back home.
The cousins and relatives of the princes were banished. It was as much as their underworld as it was theirs, yet to bring them shan't be an easy task. If only scars healed faster.
The storm around might have stopped, but the one which worried him the most has just started. "Notify me if the prince wakes up." He said detached, gruffly, and firmly to the young white-haired girl turning around and closing the room's door behind him. A few hours into his post, however, Strawbeard arrived.
"How's the boy?"
"Your prince?"
The pirate lord rolled his eyes and nodded. "He hasn't woken up yet." His features were marred with worry as the pirate lord nodded.
"We're nearing the city of Nariendeelon to resupply. We'll arrive there by the last hair of sunset almost nearing the night."
All that had to be said was a nod, as the pirate lord left him alone to continue his duty. If only he had time, he would've notified a good old friend of his visit to Maj'jas, although perhaps she'll come aware once they arrive on their shores. It'll be nice getting acquainted once more with old friends he hasn't seen since the Devil Civil War.
"Land!" One of the pirate sailors announced from the tallest spot of the ship. The city of Nariendeelon by far seen can be a simple city yet with a picturesque appearance in its urbanity. The Golden Bridge connects both sides of the city, divided by the strong currents of the Antinie river. A few skyscrapers could be seen also, reminiscent perhaps of 1880's New York. A city near the sea with so much business running around it. With its profound business taken from the Gemstone mine nearby it, of course, diamonds and untold riches ran through its thick veins of fertile land. Female lamias and male salamender's could be seen slithering around. Roaming as they chattered and went to their day-to-day life like all common folk would. Their society of almost a million years old has evolved beyond the warrior-like race they used to be. As their Leviathan King demanded them off long ago. A sad sight to see Prince Gaergoroth's hard job never got to be truly seen by him.
Standing on the main deck as he held onto the nearest rail, as they neared the Timberdocks. The sailors were getting ready to station their ship and resupply for their journeys ahead. From afar the roars of the sea creatures could be seen, the Kraken rose a tentacle in a curved form, Lord Woo one of its wings, Lord Mazelph its tail, and Sallhador's eyes stared at them all intensely as they approached civilization. Before each of the guardians of the sea took to their respective guard once more. He never found any sight as inspiring as such; the sheer power of House Leviathan and all that was left of its sacred ancestry were those aged monsters whose fealty perhaps now was renewed, and their vows were retaken once more. He can only try to empathize with them. Finding out their prince was alive, he can't compare anything less exhilarating for a knight. Much less for a Household Guard. As they neared the docks the pirate captain roared the orders.
"Prepare the Anchor, store the sails!" Strawbeard enjoyed being in the sea more than he was at doing whatever duty he could have as a peerage member of Lady Serafall. Their fealty was unquestioned, yet; already a grown bark, hard to change the ways it shall. Already by the docks, the naval customs agent, a sky-blue-haired and green-scaled lamia waited for them, a black business short-skirt and an office blazer, the attire normally worn by office workers. Hair tied in a ponytail and glasses framing her face.
"We bid you a warm welcome to our city fair travelers."
Once the plank was placed, the first one to emerge was Strawbeard himself, whom eyed the lamia woman and had a crooked grin. "Haven't seen your type around these waters?" The woman remained oriented to her business and chose to diss away the man's flirting. "Business or pleasure sir?" She asked and the man was about to deliver a comeback, but he elbowed him.
"We're here on a trip my Lady. Prince Gorgalad Leviathan wishes to visit the Nest and we are here to resupply."
This made the woman's eyes widen.
"T-the p-prince is here?" She asked in surprise not knowing how to react as a hand rested on her shoulder, she turned to gaze at a blue-haired woman with aqua-colored scales which progressively turned to dark blue as they went to the tail. Clear skin and wearing a teal-colored bra with golden accents. Her hair short in a hime-styled cut with bangs framing either sides of his face. "I'll take care from here dear. Go to the office and give yourself some nice rest, I'll take this one."
"Understood my Lady." With such orders, she handed the papers and slithered away, leaving the woman before them with her pink-colored eyes staring at them.
"Lady Nixis." Ser Ellyldor bowed as he took the woman's hand and kissed her knuckles, the woman smiled kindly. "Ser Ellyldor The Bold. What brings you to this fair land?" The lamia woman asked with interest while from the deck and nearing the plank, a white-haired cat-eared girl with a cat-tail carried on her back a silver-haired boy with deep indigo-colored eyes which to some can look as if a bluish-violet. A very beautiful pair of eyes characteristic of House Lucifer, yet that hair; in such a beautiful shade of silver as the pure ingots of silver from the mines. The brightest silver, the hair of their beloved rouge prince Gaergoroth Leviathan.
"Prince Leviathan."
Lady Nixis at once bowed as did many of the people around, those who were not snake-folk at once were on their knee and their heads bowed. The boy stopped to gaze in shock at so many bowing before him.
"The snake-folk welcome you to this part of your kingdom my Prince. We are elated that you took your time to visit us. On the behalf of all the serpent-folk we welcome you to your Kingdom." Nixis whom had bowed her head, rose it once more and gazed at the young prince. There was no denial to many that the boy held the same shade of hair as Prince Gaergoroth. The same color of vibrant platinum silver, as if liquefied silver itself pure and unstained. The boy's smile was the same smile of his great-grandmother, the Realm's Delight. A smile worth the fortunes of the Underworld, worth all the armies and conquering storms. Worth the Crown to rule all Devils and Dark Creatures.
"You do-."
Before he could speak however The Bold placed a hand on the boy's shoulder getting him to turn to him.
"Prince Gorgalad wished to visit the Nest. We're making a pit stop before we go on." Ser Ellyldor spoke formally towards the Lamia woman whom turned back to the sworn sword of the prince and gestured. "Follow me."
She turned around and lead them through the docks, issuing one of the many workers around to get in charge of any reparations the Thousand Sunny might need and re-stock it with supplies. Going through the docks, they crossed the Golden Bridge. As they passed, people that went on their day would bow upon meeting the prince's retinue. The kind prince would nod or outstretch his hand at some to shake hands with them. As they neared a stone building of three stories tall, the thick walls surrounding the building and the lamia and salamender guards standing tall in its entrance, a team of four.
"Nariendeelon is a tiny settlement if compared perhaps to Gnaardor. Yet we have a government house here. Though it is mostly my residence from time to time."
"Government house?" Gorgalad turned to Ser Ellyldor whom nodded and explained.
"Your Kingdom is vast and big my Prince. Since nowadays the Prince of Leviathan is also Prince of Beelzebub and Lucifer, while also having his own duties in the mainland with the Bael Clan. Due to such thing; your lord father needed to overextend his domain and keep pulse over his territory. For such a business, he has Acnologia keeping care of the Beelzebub territories which are mostly alone. While Rhadamanthys is supposed to keep things going well with this land and attend most politics around here. Though he's not fond of Serpent folk, thus Lady Nixis here is the one whom constantly keeps a pulse in all of Maj'jes. And she reports it to Rhadamanthys." The serpent woman nodded absent-mindedly as the gates opened and revealed the fortress, well equipped and soldiers trained in the barracks nearby.
"I keep in touch with most military outposts in the region, very few places hold Fortresses. Your most loyal armed forces are trained here my prince, the most active ones as always are the Apophis subspecies, whose 99.9% of the population are members of your active armed forces and constantly travel to the human world to add new members to your armed force." Lady Nixis informed as a dark-haired light-purple skinned lamia approached, she wore only metallic nipple-covers and on her right hand a curved-bladed spear with a pointy-end for stabbing also.
"My prince." The woman bowed and held her spear tightly in her right hand. Many turned to him, he turned to Lady Nixis who's poker-faced stared back at him.
Gorgalad POV
He awkwardly glanced at the Lamia folk.
"This is Zephaia my Prince. One of the most proficient spear-wielders on this side of the land. A loyal and proud Apophis who has turned twenty-five thousand mortals to your cause, all of these females are nowadays active members of your armed forces. These Lamia obey only the orders of a Leviathan-blooded, therefore here my chain of command is futile."
He understood and bit his lip.
"At ease." He called and the Apophis woman was now at ease, and he turned to his sworn shield.
"Ser Ellyldor. What does it mean that they've turned women to our cause?" He asked and the Apophis woman spoke out.
"Permission to speak your Grace." The Apophis warrior held the spear upright firmly in her hands as he nodded.
"Permission granted."
The Apophis warrior then went on to explain about their subspecies. "Has his grace learned about our subspecies?" The young boy however shook his head.
"I'm afraid I don't. You see, I'm still young and only for now I've covered most of the general Historic topics. Such specific topics such as these races weren't covered in my classes. And only recently I've grown acquainted with...with my royal position." He confessed out his situation to the female.
"We're the Apophis subspecies your grace. The darkest of your ancestor's creations and the most loyal are at your service. We are mostly like all our lamia sister-lings, with the only difference that our venom can transform any mortal creature and add it to your armed forces. Women and men alike bitten by us are transformed into Lamia and Salamenders, all of them loyally to your cause and brainwashed to acknowledge you as their god and supreme authority." He paled at the unfortune souls that must've landed in the arms of an Apophis, he didn't even dared to desire such a fate even to his worse of enemies.
"That's quite a deadly skill."
Musing out loud, they continued their path towards the inside of the government house, where in Lady Nixis's office he was given a seat across her table. The white-haired cat-eared female placed him on the chair.
"I managed to hold back the anger of the guardians of the sea. It left me weakened for a little while, I'll be on my pristine state soon." He excused himself with the woman whom shook her head and instead brought forth the documents.
"If you can check this my prince. This is an overall graph with our Armed Force Totals; summing up Night Elf, Sea Elf and Serpent-Folk forces." The woman pushed a paper forth. Which he opened and saw an easy-to-read graph of the last decades with a steady increase in armed force numbers.
"We've also upgraded the training of our spell swords and wizards. We've managed to also train Special Recon Troopers which are part of a special elite armed force formed of the best of the best." He widened his eyes in surprise. Such a force sounded akin to the Supernatural Version of the Marines or the Green Berets, which was quite an interesting take in devil militia.
"The numbers here are calculated on legions and not on men my Prince."
Legions was a quantity which went way above the five-thousand men. Which means that ten legions equal to fifty-thousand men, the numbers on the graph were impossible, too much and they were evenly distributed and well equipped. What an interesting uptake. Even Ser Ellyldor whistled at the quantities shown in the paper, those were quite the numbers.
"We're awaiting your orders my Prince. Just as your father's causes are ours, so are yours." With a nod, he stared at the paper and frowned. What to do with a resource you had at immense quantity, and you didn't know what to do?
~Of course, I know what to do. I've got my hands on the resource we might need to get rid of the Khaos Brigade. What they have in various resources, undisciplined and easily to turn their coats. I've got in disciplined, firm and rigid men ready for war. I cannot actively tell them to attack something because it will raise many eyebrows, moreover when these forces have been raised, counted and trained underneath the watchful vigilance of the Four Great Satans.~ He frowned in his thoughts and stared deeply at the piece of paper. He'll have to one day command this men against the threats that will come soon. He'll have to make the part and they'll do so too.
"The genasi giants?"
"I'm afraid they are a pacific race your grace. They haven't gotten involved since the war of conquest." He frowned and bit his lip, he nodded and spoke sharply.
"For now, be on the standby. If there is a chance to have a meetup with the Leader or Leaders of the Genasi Giants. I would like to shorten the gaps between the regions of the kingdom."
A sharp nod was earned by Lady Nixis who turned to the window, seeing the late noon sun she got up.
"I think your ship has already been loaded. I wish you a good trip to the Nest. With hope that you find what you look for."
He closed his eyes and felt the sting directly in his heart.
T-they didn't answer the calls, I´m sorry.
No, he'll never have it. It doesn't matters how much he tries to prevent it, it's his path to always end up crying pelting rain alone. Not even his own family dared to visit him in his last days; so no, what he truly seeks will never be given. ~Of all the ones that will be involved, I might be the only one that gives a shite and knows what will happen. I will take Rizevim to the grave, and then I'll die and end this facade of a second chance.~ He stared at his hands in exasperation, anger and hatred. This was his true inner self, a bitter old man of thirty-three who died of cancer and his family didn't even dared to give him a goodbye.
"Thank you." He bowed courtly and turned around, walking away as the doors were opened to him. Speaking not a single word afterward after the bite done to his own reality.
~The system made a mistake bringing me here. Why? Why when Hyoudou Issei is the protagonist, the hero, the one who will save them all. What am I compared to him?~ He had the answer but he feared to say it, his very anguish repressed expressed only bitterness and sadness in droves.
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The Thousand Sunny was being prepared to be back by the sea, as the sailors prepared the ship to leave the Port of Nariendeelon. The pirate captain ordered to drop the plank and set the ship to sail towards Gnaardor. As the ship parted from the port, the man took a look at the beautiful underworld sea. Mystic and beautiful, the man would rather not be in any other place but this one. Parting from the main deck to the cabin, the Captain of the Thousand Sunny checked the supplies personally, as a member of his crew went through the list and started to detail what they had and make estimates of how much time such would last. "Captain." A loud holler was stated, and he turned to see a rushing crew-mate, a sandy blond haired man with spiky hair tied in a ponytail and teal eyes.
"I've been checking the lists of our crew members and our visitors and compared it to the list of the last two months, and I've found interesting disparities." The member of the crew presented the comparison list to the Pirate Captain who glared at the lists and started to go through the names. As he navigated through them, he remembered the names, most of his crew knew him and he knew them. It was his role as Captain, until he reached to one name and a fake date.
Vilkas.
His index finger pointed at the name.
"Find this man, whomever he is not part of my crew. I want him found, NOW!" He hollered his order at the men to get the entire troop moving into battle positions as he rushed to the cabins were Lady Serafall's son stayed. The last thing he needed was an incident. Even with Ser Ellyldor staying in the ship.
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A pair of indigo-colored eyes stared with rapt attention at a written book, on his table were also scattered written pages of his research about Dark Enochian and tying its magic to the Evil Pieces. Koneko meanwhile as her master read a scroll on Senjutsu. He frowned and scratched the side of his head. He has been trying to do the same thing; think on the word, feel or have the spark of feelings the word generates, write it and infuse magic with the spark on his thoughts. Then repeat, build a string of communication with another word with a synonym between both words with the same mechanism and redo the same with the next branch. A big chain is made of smaller chains, the same mechanism could be said of this type of enchantments done with Dark ENochian language and ancient devil magic.
~This is quite tedious.~. Gorgalad frowned as he licked his lips in concentration. As he had to still his hand to a form discipline of not even shivering or jerking with his breath. As if trying to put the thread-line on the sewing needle's ring. Only augmented a thousand times. Simulating micrography for the sake of doing a complex design, while an enjoyable endeavor is quite a complex tedious task, since this relied on the core of Devil Magic's work. Creativity and Imagination. The very own source of Devil Magic, of the hardest to tap on. The deeper you delve into its territory you get to experiment with something as complex as emotions.
~Each segment of words needs to be chained between each, words also have natural and unnatural chains with each other.~. In his thoughts all in the prospect of making something to bind the power of an evil piece even further to the magic and also to the caster. As he read upon the vocabulary and continued to study its words, as he continued to do artistic tattoos on his right eye, he wore a lens with a magnifying glass on a very augmented scale. He finely continued to rehearse his design, writing Dark Enochian words. In soft silence and peace their trip would've continued had it not been for the shrill call they heard.
Get your hands off me!
A woman's cry was heard, and he turned to Koneko as he got up, she followed him as he opened the door and concussive pure raw repulsive force pushed the door fully opened and made a mess of his room. Outside, Ser Ellyldor Barassard and Lady Grayfia Lucifudge were having a stand-still battle, and the female maid was losing.
GOMU GOMU!
The shrill call of the Pirate Captain was called and Grayfia Lucifudge never saw the strike of the strong arm that smashed her against the nearby wall, nor the spell casted by Ser Ellyldor that already sealed her magic coils and drained her stamina progressively.
"Ser Ellyldor?" He called but the knight turned around and spoke sharply.
"I found her near the corridors when I heard steps nearby, she had a notepad with this my Prince." The knight called out bringing forth the notepad which he took and nodded. "We're too tight here."
"Same." The Pirate captain sharply expressed his agreement, and the subdued silver-haired woman was dragged half-conscious through the cabin's alleys up to the Main Deck of the ship where she was held before him, kneeling and underneath her a magical circle. Chains binding her wrists and holding her prisoner. He could feel the level of power both Strawbeard and Ser Ellyldor had, it was nothing in comparison to Lady Grayfia-s minor Ice Magic and some skills at throwing knives and their handling. Finding himself face to face with Sirzechs Gremory's wife was surprising, Grayfia Lucifudge In person is a very beautiful woman, a very beautiful mature woman.
Yet as he saw her face, he felt himself each time more disgusted with what she embodied.
He cannot help but each time he sees her, see the corpses and bodies of those innocent children Zegrath Gremory killed. The fact she aided to perpetuate the line of a killer, of someone that damaged his family indirectly, made him feel disgust and anger at her.
"Grayfia Rofocale Lucifudge." His disgust and hatred so naturally came out in droved, having the wife of a man that usurped his family's throne made him feel strange. Was this happiness? No? It is more, it is akin to feeling superior. Like a shot of adrenalin but it's different. "Daughter of the Kingmaker." He complimented.
For many years he's been educated in devil History by knowing of both sides and the faction's full history. Not the water-down they teach today to everyone to hide them that the Lucifer Clan was evil and did no good. Yet, whenever he reads about the Old Satan Faction's tragedy and loss, he felt empathetic too. He feels sad for them, he feels…kinship with their cause. Why?
Nothing is more important than the strength of the family. You only have each other.
Words he kept tattooed to his very soul and teachings that even if his mind forget forgets he immortalized the memories, so that in any future lives, never forget it. "How long have you spied on me?" Gorgalad asked with a reserved frown as he glared at the silver-haired woman who stayed silent and defiant at him. The young Bael Heir frowned and opened the notepad. It was his written Bio, his blood relations and a detailed report with notes and wrong misconceptions about him during his trip to Gnaardor. Including the numbers of the serpent-folk legions at his back and call. He frowned at it.
"Do you plan to massacre them as you did to my family?" He approached to the woman and glared at her openly. On his chest he felt as if it burned so bright. The sheer desire to destroy her and destroy everything, to get rid of his enemies and just do it. Trespassing the threshold of his control and touching the borderline of things one cannot do.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" The woman asked which earned Gorgalad's frown, for the first time faced with the first challenge pitted before him. The daughter of the man that caused his family's downfall is before him, and this moment shall claim a change in what's to come, all is in his own decision now with no one to help him.
Life is never kind nor easy. The World is always cruel when it sees fit to evaluate a man's vows, beliefs and desires, his dreams and aspirations.
"Life was cruel when it saw fit to assess me, my vows and my beliefs. They waited till' everything died. What could I do when my father presented before me the facts and the truth? The ruin of my household, the death of my family. I was helpless, blind, too young. But when I saw that Zegrath Gremory killed my grandmother's cousins, and the children, even the little children." Gorgalad faced the woman head on. How dare she even pin him as an ignorant boy? When he read about it so many times and had to swallow the fact that they were villains. That his family, those that should've been by him were evil and should all die. How is he supposed to swallow that and remain with a smile at everyone else? How dare they still bear the moral honor after all the atrocities they've done and the bad governance they've had.
"The past is the past, we cannot retrieve it." At this he snorted and crossed his arms. Of course, they can't, they've already established themselves as the authorities. They've taken power and won't give it easy. They've passed by many already and have the moral ground. The people's love. "How obnoxious do you have to be to bury all your wrongdoings behind and bear the flag of righteousness and build a moral ground when you're worse than the Old Faction." He cried out to the Silver Haired woman who spoke out.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"No! YOU don't know what you're saying. Is this your husband's so called Idea of greater future for devilkind? A police state to have me spied? A place where I can't even have privacy because of my blood?"
The woman remained silent and chose to not speak at all. Which caused the young Bael heir to frown and state out.
"Did your husband sent you?" He asked to which the woman didn't answered and remained silent.
"My prince." Ser Ellyldor called to him as he turned, and the knight informed. "Lady Grayfia is unmarried. When her Lord Father tried to assassinate your Grandmother Arilaer and her child, your great-grandmother Durdeleth mortally wounded Ser Crynston Rofocale Lucifudge and cursed him and his blood for the disloyalty to house Lucifer. After Lady Grayfia had a miscarriage before her engagement to King Gremory; the man married to Lady Tikvah Furfur and made her remain as his Queen and house maid."
He widened his eyes in surprise. Grayfia Lucifudge remined a lonely and miserable woman after having young Millicas in her womb be a miscarriage on her part because of a curse casted upon her to her great-grandmother. He never guessed that his birth would've caused such a chain-reaction in the entirety of the history. Never had he thought that he being birthed would've caused such a chain reaction in the entirety of the story.
"Our faction is better with us than it would've been with you." Grayfia's mortal glare was on him, her hatred now discovered and her deepest hatred to my family now revealed. The blood feud she housed against us being in the form of a frustrated desire never to be realized because of a curse. Once more the heir of the Bael family snorted.
"Better as in the state you're now? Do I have to remind you that Lord Naberius's son experimented on many orphaned young devils who were the last of their families? Or the fact that Cleria Belial was unjustly sentenced to be murdered just because she fell in love with exorcist Masaomi Yaegaki. Or perhaps I should name the issue of our faction's extinction and our replacement with deadbeat half-devils with sacred gears? Should I say more?"
She stayed firm in her convictions.
"Minor imperfections in the long-string of successes we've had. How do you compare?" The woman dared and he smiled.
"The conquest of the Underworld. The creation of the 72 pillars in the Coronation Day. The conquer of the Honorable Races who knelt to each of the royal families and generated the expansion of our race and the birth of new bloodlines. The Dead Wars, the Great War, the conquest of the Purgatory. Should I name more? How does your king Sirzechs dares to even compare to the greatness of my Great-Great-Grandfather?"
The woman frowned, when pitted before the great achievements of a King that did their civilization from scratch, the man's achievements were banal and trivial, meaningless if it is not for the constant boot-licking done to his figure elevated by the politics of his time and the situation he faces.
"So, you prefer to end us with war?"
"I prefer us to once more reunite as what we were. One group, not this mismatch of mistrust and bitterness between two groups that started a squabble over the fact that an arrogant incompetent child wished to be crowned. If you spy me now; what would be next? Kill my children? kill my wife? kill me and leave my wife alone? Kill us both and have our children suffer alone? Massacring us all to finally get rid of my line and bury any legitimacy anyone of the Old Faction could have ever again? This cannot happen; I cannot feel at home when I constantly have to watch over my back for not being stabbed." He faced her firmly, all what he spoke was true. He didn't pinned the Gremory any less to what they can be capable of doing. The worst, only the worst. It's a real fear that now rouses inside him.
"I don't dare to even think it, but. Will I ever be allowed to love and marry a devil woman, or anyone for that fact? Will I be able to be recognized truly as someone worth enough to have an association with?" He asked shivering, not daring to think that they've slowly isolated any marriage possibilities from even turning true. With that meant the end of the line for his family and him.
Her silence spoke a thousand volumes as he chuckled and combed his hair in disbelief and shock. The wind was cold, and the sun was slowly abandoning them. He knew it, they weren't short of isolating him from everything, taking advantage of his age, just as to modify the board to make it impossible to him to play. For the sake of them keeping power. He smirked at her. Did they think he was a campy boy playing at villain? That he was stupid to make rookie mistakes? That he cannot play chess?
Who do they pin him for? Rizevim Livan? Kokabiel?
~Though I have to acknowledge that Sirzechs left a great window of opportunity. With Grayfia's presence here I'm now aware more than ever that as long as I'm here Sirzechs Gremory and all his supporters won't make it fair or easy for me. They'll play dirty. By sending Grayfia here it means that he wants to know more about me and win me over or conciliate with me. If she leaves with the information I might as well say goodbye to any goals and dreams I have, because they'll do anything and everything to maintain me subdued and wash me out even further.~ He frowned, he originally didn't want to get involved with the Gremory Family. He wanted to lead his life away as possible from any interaction against anyone relevant. To lead a peaceful life, marry a woman who loves him dearly and have a family, live with no pressures of any regard. Just the life any man would want. He'll have to start with something bold, for the sake of his family and also of the realm.
"Hatred cannot be cured with hatred." He phrased and continued.
"Ser Elllyldor, what are the details of my Great-Grandmother's curse? He asked and the knight frowned.
"Do you know the principles of Curse Magic my Prince?"
He nodded.
"Yes, that a curse must be a three-way pact-like spell. Therefore, three people must be aware the curse exists to be able to work. The caster, the target and the person aware of the curse's existence. The basis is that as long as there's a person fully aware of the curse's existence the spell will continue to work regardless of the years passing by."
The Spell sword of the Bael nodded sharply and offered afterwards.
"The curse casted upon Ser Crynston was this. Your blood shall suffer; shall face immense struggle, shall bear shame, shall be burdened with extinction, death shall mark your name and betrayal shall be your weight. You shall suffer, the greatest of all sufferings, your nightmares shall become realized. Twice you denied your King, twice your heir shall be retrieved of his testes. Twice you denied your Queen, twice shall your daughter suffer loss. Barren your family shall become, forgotten shall it be to the decades. Powerless shall it become, a memory of the past shall it be, no legacy shall ever live after you. Mark this well Ser Crynston; only the essence of the true Kings, my lineage's essence shall be the key to your family's salvation. Only my progeny's essence shall save your daughter from living miserable for the rest of her life. Only kneeling completely can forgive for kneeling to a usurper."
The knight recited the curse by memory for the prince to hear as he turned to meet once more the silver-haired woman who glanced at the boy, and she spoke.
"Does it matter? Your family has caused us all enough suffering and pain. Turn away from this all children. What is worth placing us all in danger for this?" The woman's empty and serious tone continued as she stared with an unfocused look towards the horizon. To the Bael Prince however, he gave a pitying stare. This Grayfia Lucifudge had the same vibes of the one married to Sirzechs yet the only difference she carried the pain and mark of Millicas's stillbirth.
"What's the name of Sirzechs son with Lady Tikvah?" He inquired and the Silver Haired woman's almost broken voice answered with a longing tone.
"Millicas…"
He closed his eyes and exhaled, he felt the blow inside his heart. For Sirzechs to be so heartless as to put the name of the would-have-been son of Grayfia and himself on the child he had with another woman spoke of the man's cruelty and obliviousness, more so obnoxiousness towards his Queen and House Maid. Thinking deeply on the curse subjected upon the poor Maid of House Gremory and Queen of King Sirzechs's peerage he frowned. ~This act of distrust against my family cannot be left unattended. If I ignore this, what else would King Sirzechs and his court feel bold enough to do? ~ He frowned.
In his old life, he was constantly forced to take choices he didn't wanted by those around him; parents, uncles aunts and even sister. He was too weak to deny their demands and hurt their hearts. For the first time in his life, he had a life where his choices weren't focused on him. And for the first time, life pins upon him the choice instead of forcing him to have a choice by the pressure of others nearby him and their expectations.
"It's hard to find any Silver-haired devils nowadays."
Approaching his right hand to the side of her face, his fingers ran through the light locks of silver hair. Like mine. The long locks of a woman in the prime of her beauty, with a fresh beautiful smell enticed to naturally attract the opposite gender and summon gazes to her. "In another life, my Lady would've been my personal courtesan or a very close associate to me. If only time was given, if only time was fairer and merciful."
He can see the reaction on her facial muscles tensing. Gorgalad was a close acquaintance to hatred, he wasn't going to diffuse the fact that the woman before him detested his touch and his words of comfort that perhaps in another life they would've been near, and she would've been a close friend of the family. Perhaps even his Queen, yet such a place now occupied by someone more dedicated and reserved in the depths of his heart. Not a close cousin or blood-relative as she was but nonetheless someone that won over his heart and trust.
"Did you knew my lady that the Lucifer six were born out of the incest done from King Lucifer's part on a devilish female clone of himself. Out of it the houses of Lucifudge, Nebiros, Satanachia, Agaliarept, Fleurety and Sargatanas. After all, what could be more perfect for the fallen angel of pride than loving himself? They themselves following the tenets of keeping their bloodlines pure by doing Sibling Incest of keeping the names and to not expand their power." The woman gagged and coughed at being reminded the sick dark history of her family closely related to the Lucifer.
"I thought my Lady was aware of her history." He remarked and the female could only take a breath and glare at him even further. "My Prince, Devil History was only a matter of teaching to High-Classed Children; not to Extra Demon Clan Servants. In the case of the 72 Pillars, they taught most things orally since Books were a privilege for those in the upper echelons of power."
He frowned at the woman whom oblivious of her history chose to believe one side completely regardless of its motives or actions and now follows them blindly.
"Why are you here then? Why come all this way to spy me? What is worth to look at a boy's adventures?" He inquired to the female servant of the Gremory Household who shook her head.
"I came here because I hate you. I despise you for what your family had done to me. I came here to tell you that I wished you would've died that day! Hoping that you would burn in agony for the lives your ancestors took. That every moment of your miserable life is filled with despair, misery and sadness. That all the women you bed come barren, that your progeny suffers. Why don't you all just rot and-."
Before the woman could spat on the ground Ser Ellyldor slammed the end of his sword on the back of her head, causing her face to hit the floor and the prince swallowed while saying at the woman of pure hate.
"How foolish and obnoxious must you be! Do you understand that it isn't only us who suffer? What about my family? The children you've killed, the cousins I'll never meet, the aunts and uncles I will never have? Have you not thought of my family who suffered from the brutality of the Gremory!? Are you blind to the tears that have been shed upon by the grieving souls after what you've done? You foolish woman, what's there to gain from hating me? What's the benefit from wishing me dead?"
Grayfia Lucifudge panted her anger and frustration through gritted teeth.
"Your life is empty and meaningless, just like your soul is. You've been abandoned and alone after Millicas died. Not a single friend to look after you. You're the pathetic one! You're the disgrace to House Lucifudge! You're a traitor! Kingmaker! Usurper! Child-slayer…"
The prince pronounced that almost out of breath as he let out his hate against the woman too. His face reflected his firm visage, he let an emotional outburst for the sake of defending those that cannot delay themselves now. What are his now dead relatives to blame for a war that they didn't even wanted? What are his dead ancestors to blame for the mistakes by a few men?
"You're nothing but an empty shell, nothing more than a walking corpse with the regret of your miscarriage. Your father's to blame for the disgrace of my family, for that you also deserve everything you get. Every torment you face, you deserve it all. Had it not been for Ser Ellyldor my father would've died and I wouldn't have lived."
The Bael Prince melancholically recalled the fact with bitterness, hatred breeds more hatred no matter the age or history. There are always blood stains after a massive betrayal. Grayfia Lucifudge was trembling as she tried to stand up again but a kick from Ser Ellyldor landed on her chest, knocking her back.
"You have no reason to hate me. No reason to fear me either. What is to fear of me at all? You said it yourself, you cannot change the past. Why waste your time to hate me and my family for what you can't change?"
The silver-haired woman coughed as she glared at the prince with hatred and contempt.
"Don't mock me. Don't lie to me! Your family cursed me!" She spat at him with her eyes shining with fiery rage.
"I'm not mocking you or lying to you. I only tell the truth. You know the curse; only the essence of the true Kings, my lineage's essence shall be the key to your family's salvation." He crouched to meet her defiant stare, as she turned away from him. His right hand firmly took a hold of her chin to redirect her for them both to be face to face.
"You should meditate on that Lady Grayfia."
Forcing her face to the left side
*Muah*
He kissed the right side of her cheek and distanced me fast. "Take her to the dungeons." He smirked as the Crewmates escorted by Ser Ellyldor took her towards the dungeons. As he stayed still in the main deck with a profound gaze at the ocean.
"The Gremory might react to this." Strawbeard muttered worried to no one in particular and the young Bael Prince shook his head. "And fear the reprimand of my family, no. There was a reason they send Grayfia, if collateral damage like this happens, it cannot be directly related to more than just a rogue evil piece servant acting on itself." He knew already what they were doing, anyway it cannot be related to the Gremory Family. Thus, for now he had to act upon the advantage he has.
"Call for Monsieur Allairo."
