A few days had passed since Valachia's victory over the Blood Elves of Elashor Sarkian. After the aftermath unexpectedly intoxicating yet undeniably toxic with Elizabeth, I allowed myself a brief respite. The next morning, I departed.
Before leaving, I ensured that Cylien and Rodolf were entrusted with the care of the captured Blood Elves. I explicitly instructed them to prevent mistreatnt or execution by the Valachia Knights, a precaution I felt compelled to take. To my relief, Elizabeth accepted my request with a nod of understanding. I also had a brief yet pointed discussion with Priscilla Tepes. However, I refrained from ntioning the selfish promise I had made. Priscilla would have likely disapproved, and I saw no reason to burden her with it. Instead, I kept my words simple, relayed the key events, and left without further elaboration.
I had given Edryn and the others my word: I would bring them the Seed of Eden so they could cultivate their own Tree of Eden. A promise made in earnest, one I intended to fulfill.
The whereabouts of the Seed were no mystery to . It resided in the possession of Leora Raven, passed down as an heirloom from her family. That was, of course, until she married Jas Raven. If the events of the ga aligned with reality in this matter, she had likely entrusted the Seed to Alicia, her daughter, for safekeeping.
I had already sought information about Alicia's location, subtly probing Priscilla for answers. She had revealed that Alicia was near Zestella's borders, embroiled in the conflict there. The revelation left pondering how Alicia had managed to secure her family's approval—or whether she had simply ignored their demands of staying away from the war to follow her own path.
Regardless, I needed to find her. Yet, that was only half the battle. Convincing Alicia to relinquish the Seed would be another challenge entirely, especially since it was tied to mories her mother had forbidden her from sharing. The thought alone was enough to make my head throb painfully.
But Alicia could wait. First, I had to address another pressing matter. Freyja.
It was ti to claim my reward, though the thought of confronting her filled with quite fright. Should I be direct and demand the release of my mother? The possibility of Freyja obliterating with Brísingan for my audacity lood large in my mind.
Damn it. I had no idea how to pull this off.
"Any ideas, Cleenah?" I muttered under my breath, careful to keep my voice low. I was walking among the remnants of the Blood Elf army, those who had managed to escape. To maintain my cover, I had slipped into their ranks, blending in with their worn and weary faces. We were on our way to report to soone nad Grukel.
Despite the tense atmosphere, I could feel the eyes of the Blood Elf Commanders occasionally flickering toward . They knew who I was—or rather, who I served. As Freyja's bodyguard, I wasn't likely to face the consequences of their failure. That privilege would fall squarely on their shoulders.
[] "Let's hear it," I said.
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