Crown of Glass (Heritier Lunes # 1)

Chapter 3

Diamond woke up the next morning, wanting to grasp those golden eyes, wanting to meet that person in the dream, nemesis or not.

Standing up from his comfortable bed, he quickly dressed and tied his hair into a low ponytail. He had let it grow all over the years, and now it reached down to his waist.

Adjusting his puffed-up night blue sleeves, he opened his bedroom door, ready to see Felicien.

Walking in the hallway, servants greeted him as he walked towards the chamber that carried the special weapons that he would wield once he turned twenty.

"Ah, you have arrived." Felicien gestured to Diamond to follow him.

"Since you are of age, I'm going to have to show you the weapons used for the traditional battle between the Heritier Lunes." The High Ward unlocked the door with a special key that he conjured.

The room was smaller than he expected, dark blue in all areas and decorated with stars. In the end of the room, a tapestry of La Cristal was behind an empty glass box.

The goddess had always emanated a kind yet powerful aura. It was once said that her freckles were the stars and her hair the skies, both dark and light.

"The glass... is empty?" Felicien laughed at his observation.

"Be patient, you have always been so hasty."

The Ward gently pushed aside the tapestry, leading to another locked room. "Come."

As soon as he had opened it, Diamond was amazed. Two glinting daggers were placed on a pedestal made of black marble.

"These daggers symbolize La Cristal's parents: the goddess of the Sun and the god of the Moon. In respect to the two gods, who were experts in wielding their weapons, one heir will be assigned to the dagger of the sun and the other heir the dagger of the moon.

"The two candidates will then have to fight until someone... loses."

"Does that mean, the other can forfeit?" Felicien nodded.

"The loser will have to endure the humiliation of defeat but will also gain a high position in the ruler's court." Diamond sighed in relief.

"Has anyone died in the tournaments?"

"Oh, goodness, no. If one is close to death, the match will end as soon as possible."

"I see..."

"Is there something in your mind, young Etrangeroi?"

Diamond sighed. "It's just... I feel sorry for the one who lost, humiliation is often worse than death..."

"The Verre are a proud race, we need to have a powerful and just king."

"What about my nemesis? I don't think anyone has mentioned her, I haven't seen her either..."

"Ah... about that, we have been searching for her until now."

"Has there been any progress about this?"

"No."

"Then," Diamond looked up at him determinedly. "I'll look for them."

Felicien gave him a smile, "If you can."

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No matter how hard Veralis tried, the tears wouldn't come, leaving a heavy feeling in her chest.

She hissed at the pain as sharp branches left cuts and scrapes on her skin, only for the wounds to be closed quickly.

Might as well just die here in the wilderness, hungry and alone.