Chapter LXXVI

Grumbling as he sat on the throne, Alexander could not help but tap his fingers on the chair's armrest. It had already been several hours since he had woken up but already he had not rested nor stopped moving, ordering his soldiers around along with preparing, after finding out that his lady had gone missing, all because of the witch’s some failed attempt at a ritual that he had no knowledge of.

“What’s taking so long,” he growls gripping tightly on the armrest. His patience slowly slipping away with each passing moment.

“Sire, do you not think all of this is a little too much,” lord Slog whispered, trying to smile as he bent down on his liege.

The old adviser ended up silent when all he received was but a sharp look from the prince.

“Sire, the mistress has contributed quite a lot since coming here, can we not give them a bit of leniency?” Rashamon from the sorcerer's conclave added.<