blueteamnovel Chapter 121: St. Amella
Chapter 121: St. Amella
Chapter 121: St. Amella
Warmth. A figure was sleeping under a thick blanket. The figure's chest rose and fell rhythmically as they slept soundly.
It was dark outside the windows. It was night. A slight mist had come from the mountains and settled in the valley.
Adam's eyelids fluttered. He was about to wake up.
While slowly waking up, he heard distant noises. Those clearly didn't come from the same room but from outside. Perhaps from downstairs.
He opened his eyes. It was so quick that it almost looked like he had already been awake, just resting his eyes shut.
"Blanket?" Adam sat up and slowly removed the blanket, but he was immediately hit by a wave of familiar cold and the memory of the sea.
He covered himself up again.
His skin had turned paler than usual, almost blue, like ice. There was a frigid feeling still lingering in his bones.
"Where am I?"
He looked around the unfamiliar room. It made him wonder whether he was still dreaming.
At first, he thought he had died and got thrown back into the real world. However, the room in the Navy Town house wasn't as warm as this one or as cozy.
"I was found." Adam sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the blanket with him, and stood up from the bed.
It was hard to walk at first, but he managed to take a few steps towards the door.
He wrapped the blanket around his freezing body, then made his way through the door, then down the hallway that led to the staircase. He made his way down the steps.
The sounds became louder and had hints of familiarity.
An arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulder and squeezed in a comforting manner.
"Finally, you wake up, aye?"
Adam turned to see Zahn grinning at him. His cheeks were already flushed and clearly drunk, but he was still in complete control of himself.
A mere alcoholic drink wouldn't be able to shake the mercenary's state of mind.
"Zahn..." Adam whispered. "What happened? How am I here?"
"You're awake!"
If Adam wasn't strong enough before the great war came, then he would be pretty useless to everyone. Thus, if he refused her, she wanted him killed so that he would waste precious
months.
He would only bring status to the faction. It could increase the numbers of that specific faction, but she didn't care about that.
She already had a big guild and an even larger army backing her. She only needed strong
members.
"Do you know who saved you, Adam?" Lucette asked, rubbing her warm hand on his shoulder, comforting him like a mother.
"No," Adam shook his head. "I guess I passed out."
"The Gathering starts tomorrow," Digby said. "Stay here. I am not putting you in danger's
way anymore."
"But..." Adam sighed but realized why, and then he slowly nodded. "I'll stay put..."
"What should we do with the Shattered Shields?" Zahn asked. "We killed their guild master."
"Amella is dead?" Adam asked in surprise.
"Yeah..." Valora nodded. "She fought back hard, but it wasn't enough."
"A war might be heading our way," Digby said. "Luckily, Amella was their only Royal Princess. They do have a couple of Prime Mercenaries, but I think I can take care of them."
"Their home base is in Imperium City," Lucette said. "However, I think they'll leave. They are not strong enough to live there anymore, or they'll get swallowed by other guilds." "We'll need to be careful here," Digby said. "The rumors spread like wildfire. I wouldn't be surprised if they already know we killed their guild master."
Adam stayed quiet. This new took him by the surprise. It left him with a sour taste in his
mouth.
'I suppose this was her goal, after all. When I was on that wretched rock, I was thinking about what she was possibly thinking. She was going to quit the game nonetheless.
'Her life went way differently in my past life-there, she ended up marrying the King, gave
him a couple of children, and lived a life of luxury in the palace. She was also a crowned saint
of the orphanage it was renamed St. Amella's Orphanage.
'I wonder if she'll be happier with her current life. Only time will tell, I suppose.'