Adventures Beyond The Void [Season 1]

Chapter 43: The Meeting and the Danger

3RD POV

   Leigong: - Tch, what's taking them so long?! Where's the king?! We've been here for hours!!

The yellow-haired captain scowled in frustration.

   Caius: - Relax, Lei. We'll know soon enough.

The captain of the Singing Birds spoke from his left, with a laid-back tone.

   Leigong: - You've been saying that for hours!!

   Sirius: - NOW, NOW, THERE'S NO REASON FOR AGGRESSIONS!! WE MUST PATIENTLY ENDURE THIS WAIT AS MAGIC WARRIORS SHOULD!!

   Aalto: - Flameborn, this shouting of yours is unbecoming of a magic warrior Captain!!

   Sirius: - OH MY!! I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE!!

Aalto scowled even more, while Caius and Aurelius were laughing at the scene.

   Aella: - Although, I understand your growing frustration, Leigong, you must remember that this is a code "undercut". Which means-...

   Leigong: - There's an immediate emergency that could jeopardize the security of our Kingdom. Yes, I know!

He replied with a scoff.

   Selin: - Or the life of the king.

The room fell into silence.

   Selin: - For now, the only immediate threat comes from the Wind Kingdom. The treaty between nations states that any treasure found belongs to the land where it was discovered, which should prevent disputes. But treaties won't prevent these windy bastards from declaring war if they choose to. After all, they were heavily involved in all of this.

Aalto nodded.

   Aalto: - I assume we were called to discuss war plans, then. If that's the case, the people should be our top priority!!

   Aurelius: - The people are always our top priority.

Aurelius let out a bored whine.

   Aurelius: - Ugh, I don't want to go to war. I haven't even gotten married to my little moon yet!!

Everyone facepalmed.

   Leigong: - Can't you act like a fucking adult for once?!

Aurelius's eyes glistened with theatrical tears.

   Aurelius: - But I haven't gotten engaged yet!! If I don't marry Selin before war, I'll literally die!!

Selin's eyes widened.

   Selin: - Sound the war horns.

Silas let out a small chuckle from across the table, his face covered behind his fan he stared at himself in the mirror.

   Silas: - Dry those weeping eyes, dear Aurelius. Not that I fault you; gazing too long upon such a wretched creature would draw tears from anyone.

Selin gave him an unimpressed look.

   Selin: - Tread carefully, Silas. I'd hate to utter how your reflection is the only thing that tolerates you.

   Caius: - PFFF, HAHAHA!!

   Silas: - Wounded, by words sharper than my cheekbones. Tell me, Selin, how do you sharpen that tongue of yours? On the bones of failed suitors?

   Selin: - At least mine don't go blind from all the glitter in my face.