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"I haven't seen the knight marshall this week. Did his grace, the duke send him somewhere?" Tanong ni Penn sa kasamang si Baxter, tinatahak ang daan patungong training ground.
They are the one supervising the knights and the squires training.
"He's in the Fortieghl, the duke gave him an order." Sagot ni Baxter.
Kunot noong napalingon ang dalawa sa bukana ng training ground ng makarinig ng kalansing ng espada na tila may nagduduwelo. Nagkatinginan ang dalawang commander ng makita ang nagkukumpulang mga kabalyero at iilang salamangkero.
The clattering clashes of two swords made the knights want to hop in their horses and mages to cast spell of teleporting and run in fright. Their knees topple in the catastrophic storm they are witnessing.
Gasp, scared, excitement and awe are written on their faces as they watch the intriguing match of a raging tigress and a lamb limping at every swing and powerful impact of their colliding swords.
"What's going on here?" Maawtoridad na tanong ni Baxter.
Napalingon ang knights at mages na nasa likuran at agad na napatayo ng matuwid ng makita ang seryosong mukha ng kabalyerong kumander.
Nahawi ang nagkukumpulang mga kabalyero upang bigyang daan ang dalawa at masaksihan ang nagaganap na duwelo.
"What is–" Isang lumilipad na patalim ang nagpatahimik kay Penn.
Napasinghap ang dalawa at nanigas sa kanilang kinatatayuan ng marinig ang matulis na pagtama ng espada sa pader.
Nanlaki ang kanilang mata ng makilala kung kanino galing ang sandatang iyon.
The calmness in the past few days has finally come to end.
Those orange orbs is blazing, instantly sending nerve signal that triggers their eccerine sweat glands to overactive. Their foreheads, palms and underarms wet straight away in persperation, even the knights, squires and mages tremble at the killing intent emitted by the slim figure standing at the center, tearing their soul apart.
"Y-your grace." Nauutal at magkasabay pagyuko at bati ng dalawang kumander. Tumayo ng matuwid at matuling nakatingin sa harap subalit hindi tinatagpo ang malalamig at nakakapanindig balahibong mata ng kanilang kaharap.
Huminahon si Anna. Bumuntong hininga at pilit na kinikimkim ang galit at inis.
Batid niyang natatakot ang mga kabalyero at mga salamangkerong nakatingin sa kanya, subalit hindi niya talaga natiim pang hindi ilabas ang labis na galit.
She march her way out, surpressing herself at baka makakitil pa siya ng buhay pagnagkataon.
Her presence have vanished but none were able to break the silence.
The sun is smiling above yet their bodies are cold but sweating.
"You're crazy." Duchess Anna's voice roared like a raging thunder, frustration and anger is evident in her voice.
"No. You'll stay or I'll lock you up in your room." Duke Zealand said sternly, ignoring the flaring Anna standing in front of him.
"It's just the North's high street Zealand, I'm not going anywhere." She can't help but raise her voice.
She's been roaming around the mansion this days. She have already memorized every aisle and corner of the house.
She's a duchess, no matter how blood and trouble thirsty she is, she has a responsibility loaded on her shoulder. Loafing at the market, meeting different people under the dukedom and watching the state, appropriate plans to offer and methods to be use can be think off properly.
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