Blood Elf Monarch

The brilliance of the sun seeped through the cabin where Tristan sat as the ship's door slowly opened. Immediately after, he took his first step out and into this foreign city with Layla on his side. Naturally, the two siblings were followed and surrounded by the Kingsblade fighters.

Even though their faces were still a little bit pale, their demeanor and aura was nothing to scoff at, drawing out awe and apprehension to those who lay their eyes on them.

The moment he walked out of the ship, Tristan's eyes were greeted by the sight of the city he previously saw on the ship earlier.

As the clearing where the ship landed was located on high ground, Tristan could clearly see the huge city in its entirety. It looked like those medieval times cities he saw in the movies. However, due to its white glossy walls, large statues seen across the streets, and lots of greenery, the city exuded a magical atmosphere - the kind that could only be seen in fantasy drawings.

Tristan and Layla revelled in the sight, before the Kingsblade captain, Raika, urged them to follow her.

Moments later, another group approaches them, Tristan spotted an old man with a white beard wearing long, grey robes line uniform that covered his entire body and holding some kind of wooden walking stick.

Even though the old man looked fragile at a glance, Tristan could sense a kind of air around him, one that should not be underestimated. Surrounding him were several other Kingsblade members in their white uniform.

The old man put a hand on his chest and said "You must be Tristan. Nice to meet you. People call me Tobias."

Tristan realized all the Kingsblade around him also followed by putting their hand on the chest, it must be some sort of greeting sign, he then also follow.

"Are you the king?" Tristan casually asked.

Hearing the nonchalant tone in Tristan's words, the old man was smiling.

"Hahaha.. No, of course not. I don't dare to. I am the king's advisor."

Afterwards, the old man turned to Raika and Tristan swore he could see a gleam in the former's eye.

"How do you like the new transport?"

"It was effective, Master Tobias. But... I would still rather use the eagles."

As if he had expected her response, Tobias exploded into laughter, it almost made Tristan doubt that the old man was really the king's advisor.

"Hahahaha! Raika, the king wants all the Kingsblade to get used to the flight. So get used to it."

Raika nodded her head with utmost respect, "Yes, master."

Seeing how respectful Raika was towards the old man made Tristan even more amazed by the latter. Hence, he secretly analyzed the old man Tobias through the system.

[Human]

[Battle power undefined]

[Spirit force undefined]

'What the f-' Tristan thought to himself.

No wonder the old man could command such respect amid the strong Kingsblade. Tristan even dared to assume that he must be a master of magic or even a sage. But then, something unexpected happened.

It seemed the old man noticed what Tristan just did.

"You have some kind of machine in your body.. Fascinating. I am sure the king will like you very much. But before that.."

The old man trailed his words and raised his hand. Immediately, one of the Kingsblade stood next to him took out some kind of bracelet. It was a pair of pitch-black stone bracelets

"What is that?"

The reason Tristan asked was because he was astute enough to realize that those were some kind of restriction device, just like a handcuff back on Earth. Therefore, he immediately became alarmed.

"I'm sorry, but I would rather not."

Alas, before Tristan was able to do anything, the old man's face became impassive and his eyes were shining brightly. In an instant, Tristan felt as if an enormous anchor was chained to him - he was completely unable to move his body.

Within a heartbeat, the Kingsblade who took out the bracelets swiftly put them on his arms.

Clack!

A sound of something snapped was heard as the bracelet now locked firmly on both of his wrists.

Seeing all of this unraveling, Layla, who stood next to Tristan, immediately screamed.

"What the hell are you doing to my brother!?"

Unfortunately, Raika looked like she was ready for her outburst as she immediately held her down. As a result, Layla was unable to do anything.

Soon, the glow in Tobias' eyes disappeared and the friendly smile returned to his face. But this time, Tristan could only feel alarmed when he saw the old man.

"I am sorry for this, but we can't be too careful when someone is about to see the king."

"What is this thing?" Tristan shouted while trying to struggle off the Kingsblade's restraint.

"A pair of bracelets made of a precious stone. We called it "godstone". It has an ability to prevent magicians from casting their magic or prevent them from being affected by magic."

Hearing it, Tristan immediately tried to use his [Blood Seal]. But then, instead of the expected notification that showed the amount of Blood Essence needed and the probability, a new notification appeared.

[You are currently unable to cast Blood Seal]

'F*CK!' Tristan cursed to himself. It was obvious that he was enraged.

Tristan really hated the fact there was such a thing in this world.

Then, he realized that this must be the same stone that was used by the Jarl Sigurd, the one that made him unable to blood seal him before. Another mystery solved.

Disregarding Tristan's foul expression, the old man Tobias said, "You may now see the king, follow me"

Without further ado, the restrained Tristan and Layla were escorted by the Kingsblade. Several minutes later, the group already passed the palace's gate and were currently making their way to the royal chamber.

Until this moment, Tristan was still not sure about the king's intention.

From the information he managed to gather so far, the king seemed to have a righteous reputation, and that was exactly what made him agree to come.

Furthermore, the outlander couple, Zoe and her husband, said many good things about the majestic figure. Hence, it also made Tristan more confident to meet the man.

But now, with the existence of the bracelets that pretty much crippled him, Tristan became worried. Being a stranger in such a world; there was so little he could do, especially in front of a king.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,