Surviving As A Cannon Fodder

Chapter 170

'Wowwww!' 

I marveled in delight at the sight of the bustling capital.

Despite the weather, the streets were packed to the brim and people were moving in and out of the stores in waves going about their day from one place to another. Even from a distance, I could hear the low humming of the crowded streets.

During my travels, I have seen my fair share of busy cities and towns but none were as bustling and energetic as the capital of the Orion Empire, Volos. Once we were outside the Frost Estate, it took around forty minutes of travel to reach the busy streets at the city's core.

There were rows and rows of buildings with shops of various kinds and restaurants on either side of the streets. There were officials on the road regulating the traffic to flow smoothly without hindering the public.

When I was around four years old I visited the capital with my parents after which Grandma took Clive and me to Grandpa Gilbert's. It was the only time I had traveled outside the Ashford County with my family.  It was a wonderful trip but got overshadowed when I fell sick right after we returned home.

Even when I stayed at the Frost Estate when Edward was cursed, I did not get a chance to set into the city for the sake of my safety. Looking back at it now, I regret never getting to explore the capital that had so much to offer.

I read the names of the shops on the side of the road as we passed by and when we went across a blacksmith's workshop I couldn't help but wonder of my talking sword.

'Loki...' I called out the name in my mind as I sighed.

A moving carriage in the middle of a crowded street would be the perfect opportunity for a grand escape. Though, that would not be possible now since I... lost him!

In fact, I'm pretty sure he is somewhere buried under the rubble in Parthellam caught between debris and dust.

Loki was the magical sword I found by accident in a tomb in Eldom when I was chased by a group of ogres. He was not just any ordinary sword but one that once belonged to Orion's Hero from the legends. A sword that could even be held as Orion's national treasure.

'I can't believe I actually lost the Hero's sword. Ugh...' I withheld tears of anguish.

I barely had him for a month when I lost him amidst the spectacle in Parthellam. What would people think if they found out I lost their country's national treasure?

After I woke up, I tried calling Loki many times but it did not work. I figured it was due to the distance that I was unable to reach him. Just like modern devices, he was simply out of my range of call.

Knowing the state I initially found him in, there was also a fair chance he reverted to a rusty old stick again.

At that moment, I sensed a gaze on me. I tried to ignore it at first by pretending not to notice. But when it got to the point I could no longer ignore, I closed the curtains and glared at Edward, who was sitting across from me with his arms crossed.

"Got something to say, Mr.Frost?"

"Nothing. I was merely admiring"

Currently, Edward and I were in a carriage on our way to the Imperial Palace. As to be expected, we were traveling not as a couple but as an entire unit. There were carriages ahead and behind us with a dozen Knights on horses guarding either side of the windows.

This much I foresaw after the fiasco that ended with me clinging to a cliff. Still, seeing it happen in real time was rather taxing. While I understand that safety cannot be compromised, the Knight disguised as a maid sitting next to the coachman overdid things.