Chapter 7: So what? -1
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It is already six days since Aster locked herself up in her chambers. To avoid anyone from guessing the real reason behind the queen's absence, Flax ordered plenty of fruits, clothes, and medicine to be delivered to the castle every morning. In the evening, he would order the goods to be distributed in the name of Antheia, the flower goddess of kindness, Aster's spirit blesser.

This inadvertently created a rumor that Aster is seeking Antheia's blessing for the young prince in the coming Appraisal day. Although it is nearly three years away, with Flax's network, the rumor spread like wildfire.

As for the council hall, he asked Monore to mediate with some of the ministers as his rank as a lord is too low for those pompous snobs to listen to him. But he is afraid it won't be long before some foxes sniff that something is wrong if the absence of the queen continues. He dearly wishes Mrs. Prime Minister to come back, but he is worried that Westwind would be here before her. With a sigh, he prayed to at least let Westwind and Prime Minister arrive together so that she could rein his impulsive actions.

After letting out another long sigh, he said in a weak voice," all this sighing is making me old."

At that moment, he felt a deep rumble in his heart. Startled, he looks towards the main castle gate.
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Far from the castle city, a dust cloud is forming like a cone. At the spearhead of this cone was Westwind running like a gale. He came to a sudden stop, allowing the chasing dust to catch up to him and pass through.

Once the dust settled, three more people are standing beside him, two women and a man. The man is the only one riding on a large parasaurolophus-like mount holding a large spear, while both women were on their feet.

Although if looked closely, of the two women, one is floating few centimeters above the ground, and the red dirt does not cover only her body.

The man on the large mount sputum the dirt and mucus with a loud sound and said, "What happened to our gale! hmm... are there enemies at the front"

The floating lady elevated her body even higher and activated a spell that created corona-like runes in front of her eye. She looked to the front, then to the left and right. She slowly descended and said in a puzzled voice, "There are none!?" She looked at the Westwind, who is unusually wearing a serious face.

It dawned on everyone that Westwind might have found something wrong with his {Deep Roar}. It is not difficult for Westwind to use it at the far-away capital, and his target will usually be the queen of Summers Bloom after being apart for so long.

The floating lady dropped to the ground. She and the other women looked at each other and had a wordless understanding. The other women with tiny build went close to the Westwind and said, "You go first. We will follow."

Westwind looked briefly at the women, nodded his head, and left with so much speed that it created a quasi-sonic boom.

Once again, the dust rose and settled back, covering the last remaining clean person in the dust. The lady did not seem to care about this and simply floated back again to a few centimeters above the ground.

The tiny woman said, "Liam."

Prompting the rider, who is in the middle of turning his mount back the way they were initially traveling, to say, "I will bring Mrs. Fox as fast as possible. You and Ariana make sure the queen and the capital are safe."

With that, he pulled the reins and drove back. Ariana, the floating woman, lifted her hand holding a book, causing multiple purple flashes around the tiny woman and herself.

Ariana performed multiple layers of {stamina} buff on Gwyn and multiple layers of {gale} buff on herself in but a short span of a breath.

They both rushed without a word towards the city gates direction.

Hello everyone, Peral here!!

I so much wanted to do the glossary but my work and health are not cooperating.

Damn you reality!! but then again who would want an alternate reality like Arata.

So lets all be happy with the hand that's been dealt.

Happy Buddha's Birthday to all who are celebrating  

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