Reawakening with Limitless Mana

Chapter 69: Decide

Chapter 69: Decide"What?! A demon?" The King’s voice echoed through the grand hall, his shock mirrored by nearly everyone present.

A demon breaching the border and reaching deep into the mainland was unheard of. But what sent a chill down their spines was the fact that it had gone after her—the one person the world couldn’t afford to lose.

"This is a national emergency, Your Majesty," the Prime Minister said firmly, his expression grim. "We must deploy our forces at once."

The Child of Prophecy was in danger. And according to the Prince, the demon had awakened with one goal—to send Elowen into an endless sleep.

"Collen—" The King turned sharply, ready to command the Royal Order’s second-in-command to dispatch six of the seven Wings into the forest to rescue her.

But before he could finish, a voice cut in.

"It’s pointless, Father."

The hall fell silent.

Abel rarely spoke over his father. Never like this.

"No awakened being can enter the demon’s mirage. That’s why Sir Bennet and the others are still trapped inside. I only escaped because I was allowed to."

His tone was steady, but his eyes burned with urgency.

He stepped forward, closer to the throne’s steps.

"We must protect the Capital first. That savior warned me—if the demon fails to kill Elowen, it’ll turn its wrath on the people. Everyone will be at risk."

A heavy silence hung in the hall. The King’s clenched fists trembled slightly as he realized—this wasn’t just about saving one life anymore.

The King had no option but to contemplate his decision when suddenly, a voice broke through the heavy silence.

"Your Majesty, how can we trust a stranger? You’re suggesting we protect the Capital instead of sending forces to rescue the Princess?"

One of the ministers stepped forward, his words sharp with doubt.

Abel’s eyes snapped to him. His voice, low and cold, carried across the hall like a growl.

"That stranger saved Elowen from death’s jaws. You speak so easily, but you weren’t there. You didn’t see the monster that tore through ten elite soldiers like they were nothing. You didn’t see Sir Bennet—the strongest among us—kneel in fear. But he stood. That stranger didn’t run... he faced it head-on, and he sent me back with a promise: that he’d protect Elowen."

The minister’s jaw tightened. His pride flared—how dare this soft-spoken Prince raise his voice at him?

But just as he was about to fire back, another voice spoke.

"I believe the Prince is right," the Prime Minister said, his calm voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the court.

It was one thing for the Prince to say it, but this was Dion, the King’s right hand. His word carried more weight than even the Chief Advisor’s.

The King’s voice dropped, barely holding back the storm in his chest. "Dion, speak clearly."

The Prime Minister took a step forward, his gaze steady.

"Your Majesty... I don’t think we should leave the forest completely unattended. That would be careless. But fortifying the Capital is no longer just a precaution—it’s a necessity."

He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle.

"If a demon were able to breach our borders and walk straight into the heart of Durnhalm, then this wasn’t just a random attack. He has a plan. And if that plan goes beyond the Princess... it may leave behind a scar our kingdom will never forget."

The murmurs grew louder, this time tinted with fear.

The King’s jaw clenched.

He was no longer just deciding between rescue and defense.

He was deciding what kind of wound Durnhalm would suffer—and whether it could survive it.

In the end, he gave the orders, "Collen, I want you to take a

Elowen was now completely stunned, just staring at him as if she was suddenly hit with a spell. She had no idea there were places like that in the world.

Arthur drew closer to her and spoke in a dangerously low voice, "The only reason I am telling you this is because I want you to know that life can never be fair for everyone all the time. But only those survive who know how to accept and adapt."

Leaning back, he raised the dagger and asked, "Now choose: adapt or die?"

Elowen took a deep breath and looked at the forest.

There were still many demons who were slowly gathering and searching for them.

There was no way out and the soldiers couldn’t come in.

Under these circumstances, all she could do was trust this man who at least gave her a slight ember of hope.

In the end, she just nodded and said, "Okay, I will come with you."

Arthur smirked behind the fabric before pulling her in his arms and making water stairs in the sky which would lead him to the center.

While he climbed them, he told the girl, "Don’t panic or run away unless I tell you. I can only protect you if you listen to what I say."

Her little hands clung to his shirt, as she lowered her eyes and faintly hummed.

Now, whatever happens, she would consider it as her fate.

’Bless me, oh the Benevolent One.’

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A/N:- Thank you for reading.