Chapter 42

Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the throne room, a cold sensation filled the atmosphere, the ray of sunlight penetrate through a window nearby causing brightness in the room.

Fabian was seen seated on his throne, a hand on his beard as he stroked gently, his eyebrows squeezed in a frown as his other hand tapped the edge of his throne in an uneasy nature.

Nicholas appeared alongside four other soldiers, in each hand were swords sharp enough to slice through any mortal, young or old.

They had a stern expression on their face, their second hand clenched into a fist.

"Any news Nicholas?" Fabian asked in a harsh tone, impatience in his voice.

The huge soldier stepped closer to the seated king, his bald head shining to the ray of the sun as his eye patch clung tightly to his head.

"My king" he acknowledged with a slight bow, "My men and I have searched around 22 neighboring kingdoms but still there is no sign of him, I fe