Faint sunlight leaked through the window, illuminating the room with a warm, natural light. A young woman with long red hair sprawled across the pillow like a pool of crimson silk, slept. Her eyelids trembled for a mont, then they slowly opened, revealing a pair of intimidating eyes that sohow seed delicate due to her expression.
Isolde rembered the conversation she had with Godfrey. Soon the world would know about the House Of Order. It wouldn't be a guild or a traditional club but an organisation.
And they had no need for many people since Godfrey alone had ten powerful summons, and she could also summon a dozen dragons. Both of them were enough to fill the numbers.
All that was left was to properly structure this organisation and the main figures involved.
Her lips blood into a sweet smile. This was a big change… Godfrey would cent himself as one of the global contenders on the surface and, behind the scenes, wage a fierce battle against Cain.
She was already planning for a conference, maybe sothing less official, but they had to seize the mont and bring humanoid summons to the spotlight.
Staten would be conquered in a single sweep. This was a revolution, against Cain, against the governnt, and against the Seven Heads.
Her heart jumped in excitent, like a kid that had just woken up on the day of their school party. But the mont Isolde sat up, the srising glow on her face turned into bewildernt, then descended into shock.
"A fine morning." That voice wounded her ears, forcing her eyes to harden. She had grown deep affection for that voice, but it was different this ti.
Isolde fixed her gaze on the being standing before the window. He faced it, hands clasped behind his back, while he tilted his head a bit to look at her.
He was made of shadows, clad in armour also made of shadows, with a golden sword strapped to the shadow belt at his waist. Although his head was also hidden behind a dark helt, Isolde doubted there was anything other than shadows behind it.
One of his golden eyes was on her.
"Frey..." A na slipped out of her lips.
The Unknown King turned. "Frey… Sohow I resonate with that na, like a part of I haven't discovered. It could be why I saved you or why I brought you to this place. Tell … who is this Frey?"
Isolde's eyes widened. Her heart drumd. She couldn't understand what this being was saying. What was going on here?
Was this a vision? The mont her mind thought about that, fear consud Isolde. If she could realise that this was a vision, does that an it was reality?
No one dread and knew they were dreaming.
"Who are you?"
The Unknown King tilted his head. "Now, you confuse . You ask a question when I seek answers from you. Who am I? I feel like I'm a king. No… an emperor. It's confusing, but at the sa ti, it's not."
As the Unknown King approached, a terrible presence fell on Isolde. She was the Mother of Dragons. She had beco a Matriarch, a true mother of countless dragons, but this feeling was deeply unsettling.
"There's a part of I feel is missing. A huge part of , and it's drawn to you...." The Unknown King's voice trailed off when he saw her expression.
He took a step back. "Trust , I would have killed you where you stood, Mother of Dragons. But I cannot. I cannot draw my sword, and it puzzles ."
Shadows burst out of him, spreading out like a rift in space as his golden eyes pierced through it.
"Who is Frey?!"
Running out of patience, the Unknown King approached her with bold steps, his shadow mist moving with him, and when it was about to swallow her, sunlight pierced through the window.
Isolde felt her eyes clear, and she saw soone approaching her with the sa steps.
His golden hair waved, and his ocean-blue eyes were filled with concern.
Godfrey grabbed Isolde's arms.
"What is it?" He sat on the bed and drew her into his embrace.
He had just entered the room and saw her sitting on the bed, staring at nothing. Her eyes were glowing with violet light, so he imdiately guessed it was a vision.
But seeing her physical reaction, he chose to step in. Visions be damned. So… this was what she went through.
Godfrey caressed her back while he listened to her breathing. It was calm, too calm, that his own breathing quickened.
"What did you see?"
"..." Isolde parted her lips and closed them again. She opened them again but still couldn't say anything while her eyes were wide open.
"RICK!" Godfrey bellowed, and in a heartbeat, the butler burst into the room.
"What do we do?" Godfrey turned to him, his eyes almost red.
Rick sighed heavily. "Bring her."
Godfrey carried Isolde and followed Rick to a room filled with pictures. Rick brought out a plain stretched canvas and a stool.
Isolde sat on it and began to paint.
"I guess it's started again. She wasn't able to convey her visions most tis, so her parents gave her canvases to draw on. With ti, it beca the only way she could speak after so visions." Rick turned to Godfrey.
"You will have to wait until she's done. She'll speak then."
Godfrey exhaled. He decided to wait, watching her draw.
It took a while, but everything made sense when he saw the shadow-armoured being, tilting his head toward the bed.
'The Unknown King.'
Godfrey shut his eyes. It was him again. He knew that being without doubt because he had faced it.
He had faced that being before sitting on the throne.
'I watched it fall into that rift,' Godfrey said inwardly.
All of a sudden, his expression changed.
'Did it really die? Or did I beco it?'
It took a while as Rick had to keep changing canvases, and Isolde kept drawing like she was possessed. Each canvas had a conversation written at the left end.
Isaac and Neila ca to the room after a while.
When the sun was about to set, Isolde finally stopped.
She exhaled, pulling everyone's attention from the canvases toward her.
Godfrey squatted before her and cupped her face.
"You've drawn for hours. You need rest."
"The Unknown King..." She trailed off softly.
"I saw it." Godfrey said. Isolde's eyes narrowed.
"It all makes sense. You died, but not entirely. The unknown part of you didn't, and it's searching for the known part. It's a clue. Whatever kills you in the future kills what it knows about you." Isolde spoke with a faint gleam of relief in her eyes. At least, they were one step closer. It was the right decision to give Nyx all the dragon cores from the creeping darkness dungeon. Isaac looked at Neila.
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