Clip! Clop!
Hundreds of civilians gathered at the two sides of the main street, filling shops and empty spaces alike.
All of them were staring at the men and women on horseback. Some had to gaze at Asher for a long time before they recognised him.
“It’s Achilles!”
“What?! Didn’t he burn to death?”
“It’s him, I swear!”
“It’s true. Those men are his paladins, the transcendent ones!”
The soft whispers grew louder and louder until someone from the crowd yelled. “Achilles!”
Asher turned.
Seeing that, the people all fell on their knees. Some of them bowed their heads. This act not only stunned Aquila and Sapphira but it also awed the white haired man in the Winter castle, watching from a window.
“I hear you kill your fellow freemen.” Asher spoke while moving. His voice though soft echoed throughout the street as it was as silent as a graveyard.
“The Edomites did me much harm as they did you but we should grant them this grace because what comes for us all is too great for one race to fight.”
A man rose up. “Those rats enslaved my brother!”
Asher turned to him. “Is he dead?”
Stunned, the man shook his head. “He still lives but serves those beasts!”
“By my word, he will be free. All who have been enslaved will be freed and those who abused them more than it’s met shall face judgment. Does that satisfy you?”
The man was short of words. He could only nod.
“Lord Achilles, my daughter is also there!”
“Lord Achilles, my father…”
“Lord Achilles, the…”
“Lord…”
Voices rose up from everywhere.
“Worry not. All that live shall be freed and those who were killed for unjust reasons, I shall punish their killers.”
Sapphira’s lips curled upward. She covered her head in a hood in order to snatch the attention from Asher.
After all, her talent never failed to make her the major focus of attention everywhere she went.
While the people echoed his name, Asher went into the castle. He went straight to the council hall and there found the old lord seated on his throne.
He looked weary. The wrinkles on his face had multiplied by several folds, making him look so old that Asher feared he might drop dead at any moment.
The other seats were empty. After burning from the night until the morning, Naomi finally died, a punishment for killing someone who saw her as family and her hidden schemes.
“Where is Sir Isaac?”
Lord Winter smiled bitterly. “He didn’t have the kind of regeneration you were blessed with. He was lethal but wasn’t durable. Alas, that is the fate of an assassin.”
Asher’s pupils trembled.
“He’s dead.”
“No.”
The moment he said that, Asher saw a man fly in through the window. His black wings spread out, blocking the light.
“You’re alive.” Isaac said. Apart from his unsurprised expression, he looked the same without a scratch or a scar from the battle. This further confused Asher.
“He was almost burned to ashes when I found him.” Lord Winter chuckled softly. All of a sudden he began to cough.
Isaac looked at him with concern.
“Hmm… Boy, I am glad you are back. If you had been one more month late, you wouldn’t have seen me.”
Asher’s expression turned grave. It was now he remembered, Lord Winter using his staff held back over twenty thousand soldiers with the weakest being diamond-ranked knights!
Further facing Aldrich who was so powerful that not even he and Isaac, an ancient-ranked assassin could handle.
Aldrich was indeed a powerful knight. Naturally, assassins had more advantage than a knight in a one versus one but that rule did not apply to Aldrich.
Once you struck him, expect a greeting from a lightning bolt. The more lethal the hit, the greater the bolt.
Killing him from a distance as Ariel did by crushing his heart was the best.
“I better return to exploring with my remaining lifespan. Winter is no longer my burden.”
Asher remained silent. He watched Winter descend from the throne. “I see you want to unite the races. A noble cause that would help you face the abyss army.”
“Wait.”
Asher said all of a sudden as Lord Winter was about to leave the hall.
“Witness the transformation of the city before you leave.”
Lord Winter raised an eyebrow.
Asher approached the window and looked at the vast stronghold.
‘Begin.’
[Host, upgrading the Winter Stronghold to a legendary grade city, a grade above the mythical grade no longer has a cost. The events that have occurred are enough to satisfy them.]
[Selection….]
[Which legendary city do you want?]
[A) A Three Walled Domed City
[B) A Flying City
[C) A Floating Paradise]
From the descriptions, Asher discovered the flying city would be more suited for a fortress, a city built solely for war. They could move it into war fronts or other cities. From there, his men would descend or launch their trebuchets and ballistas at their enemies.
The three walled domed city would be a massive city with three walls, each being taller than the other.
Although this city would suit his needs, the floating paradise was a better choice. It had both the space for the population needed, a fenced city and floated above the ground!
‘I chose the floating paradise.’
Boom!
Immediately, the earth shook causing him to grip tight onto the window sill.
“What happened?!” Isaac was alarmed.
“Hold onto something.”
The moment Asher said that there was a great quaking. The excited people on the streets began to run helter skelter.
There was chaos.
“What is going on?!” Isaac bellowed.
Boom!
It was as if something pulled out. What seemed to be a feeling turned into a reality when they began to feel heavy.
The feeling was strange and discomforting. The same feeling a person who entered the elevator for the first time would feel.
A great amount of earth pulled out of Tenaria’s crust and continued ascending until it was a solid 100 meters above the ground!
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A/N: Author here. Alright, for a great review which would touch my hidden heart, I will upload one extra chapter on Monday!