Chapter 448 You Are Too Stubborn For Your Own Good
The carriage jolted violently as it was bombarded with powerful blasts of mana, sending shockwaves through its structure. Naida, her face beaded with sweat, struggled to maintain the protective shield around them. Her voice was strained under the pressure, "I can’t keep up this shield for long. They literally have a small army outside firing at us. You should go while I will stay behind and buy some time. Eradicator is leading us to the ground, which should allow you to hide in a nearby place in disguise until reinforcements arrive."
Asher, despite the excruciating pain wracking his body, grasped Naida’s hand firmly, "I am not leaving you behind. We either... face them together... or we don’t," he declared with unwavering resolve.
"My king..." Naida whispered with a shake of her head, her eyes a mix of soft feelings and determination.
Making a swift decision, she called out to Eradicator, "Please escort His Majesty back home safely. I will hold them behind." With those words, Naida planted a kiss against Asher’s lips while opening the carriage door and broke the kiss with a soft smile as she suddenly stepped out of the moving carriage.
"Naida, don’t!" Asher cried out, his voice filled with desperation and pain. He reached out to her, but it was too late; she had already exited the moving carriage.
Determined to stand by Naida, Asher called out to Eradicator, "Eradicator... stop here."
Eradicator’s voice, usually stoic and unwavering, betrayed a hint of conflict. "You are not well, Your Majesty. I have to get you back safely to protect you," she insisted.
"No... I am ordering you... stop here. We are not leaving her behind," Asher commanded through gritted teeth. His words were a clear directive, echoing with the authority of a king.
He knew it was a death wish, but he could never live with the fact of leaving someone he cared about behind. He wasn’t that kind of man. He didn’t care if it was the most foolish move, but he couldn’t let Naida face them alone.
For some reason, the memories of Selene facing those werewolves all on her own and dying alone flashed in his mind.
Eradicator, feeling the weight of her king’s order, tensed her hands. She was sure that only death would await him if he got out now and couldn’t understand why he was putting a subject of the kingdom above him.
Still, after a moment of hesitation, she complied, bringing the carriage to a halt, sticking to her duty of listening to his orders.
A couple moments before, Drakar, leading his troops numbering nearly 1250 through the sky, barked out commands with strategic precision, "They are heading to the ground. Go ahead and form a perimeter just in case. We can’t let them escape in any direction," he ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" his men responded in unison, quickly dispersing in various directions to execute his orders. Numbering around 1250, they were like a large, dark, ominous cloud that would make anyone standing on the ground tremble in terror.
As Drakar and his remaining forces descended, they came to an abrupt halt upon spotting a woman jumping out of the carriage.
Drakar’s voice dripped with scorn as his wings folded behind him, "Lady Naida... Looks like you’ve decided to die here, have you? No matter what you do, you won’t be able to save your king. He is doomed to die today after I get what I want."
Naida, facing the barren landscape around her, replied with a defiant smile, "This doesn’t seem that bad of a place to die." Her smile then turned icy as she added, "But when you die, I can assure you it won’t be pretty, and my king will live to see to it."
Drakar’s laughter was harsh and dismissive before he turned to Larvo, his tone turning cold, "Blast her to bits, and let’s get him."
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