Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 42 - One Hundred and Eight

Pier stood still as the last banshee screeched.

The horrible sound of the scream was heard inside the dark place.

He breathed hard as his magic power was now on the medium levels. He did not get hurt physically but he was close to reaching the dangerous levels of the remaining magic power. 

Using his wind barrier most out of all the other spells somehow mitigated his magic consumption so he was good.

"Haah" The Crown Prince on the other hand was a different case.

He was covered with the blood of banshees and the dust particles from the golems. 

"You look quite a mess, your highness" Pier spoke as he removed his wind barrier. 

"I need to take a bath, my eyes are covered with the blood" Asher spoke before he wiped away the gooey substance on his face.

"Hold still" Pier instructed him as he brought out a handkerchief from his chest pocket.

Asher stood still as the young master started to wipe away the blood from his eyes.

"P-Pier, your handkerchief..."

"What about it?"

"It will get dirtied..." 

"Your Highness, you can just pay for it in gold coins. Use it for now" Pier chuckled as he completely wiped the blood off of Asher's face.

"Here, wipe the other places yourself, your highness" Pier handed him the already stained handkerchief. 

Asher stared at the bloodied cloth in his hand.

The intricate gold patterns that is only exclusive to the House of Masters can be seen. His hands clenched as he held the handkerchief tighter.

He should not be getting any other ideas except the young master offering his goodwill for him.

"How much?" He asked and Pier who was stretching his hands while giving a little yawn turned his head at him.

"Hmm?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"How much for the handkerchief?" The Crown Prince continued to wipe the blood and dust off from his entire face. His royal clothes were also drenched.

"Oh, a hundred gold coins will be enough" Pier responded.

Actual golden threads were used to create the patterns and insignia of the House of Masters in the handkerchief.

Pier was just being generous with the amount because he pitied the bloody prince.

"Not a thousand?" Pier had a baffled look on his face as he heard the reply.

"That would make me a scammer, your highness" He spoke before inching a few steps away from Asher. His wind barrier protected him from all the disgusting stuff so the only problem he had was the smudge of blood from the second banshee that showed up.

'Though I did scam Earl Cornell in paying two million gold coins for my handkerchief' 

Not that he felt guilty or anything. He just remembered the event and now he needed to handle the matters with the Earldom until it was secured.

The Crown Prince watched as Pier started to walk away. The handkerchief in his hand was securely held.

"It took us quite some time defeating all of them, young master" He started to converse again as he caught up with Pier. 

However, the young master did not verbally respond to his words and simply nodded his head.

"What's wrong?" Asher asked while inserting the golden sword back in its sheath.