The news spread before noon. By evening, the entire human continent and the other continents knew.
The second prince of Gladia had been captured. The Dark Elf kingdom possessed him and his execution date had already been announced.
The reactions varied dramatically.
Humans panicked.
Dark elves celebrated.
Merchants worried.
Nobles drank.
Military officers became extremely interested in maps.
The high elves sighed collectively.
Inside the palace, however, another matter demanded attention. Guests were leaving.
Atheline arrived at one of the palace gates shortly before sunset. Several carriages already waited while elite escorts stood nearby. And at the center of everything his brother stood.
The high elf looked exhausted which Atheline understood. He was probably being hounded by the other delegates.
The moment he noticed him, he sighed.
"There you are."
"I hear you're abandoning me."
"I'm preserving my sanity."
Atheline laughed.
