Chapter 9: So what? -3
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Hello everyone, Peral here!!

I am sorry for the delay guys !!

My post covid symptoms got bad and my project deadlines and interview date's are not slowing down.

I suddenly am having a huge respect towards the writers and translators who do daily releases !!

It is hell and I over estimated my ability thinking that I can do 2 chapters a day ! o the hubris!!

with that said, until my health and schedule are not actively smoldering me, I cannot promise any schedule. 

I will just try to release at least 1 every day;

Best and take care,

Although it was a punch, Flax directed Westwind diagonally to his back, doing a full-body rotation in the process.

If Flax stopped a normal person traveling at quasi-sonic speed with a punch to the face, their head would be ripped from their neck considering Flax's strength.

But an average person would not be able to travel at that mind-numbing speed, and Westwind is a monster even among monsters. If not for the {Troll Rock}, even directing Westwind would disintegrate his hand, and punching Westwind straight-ahead would probably serve his upper half from the lower whether he is on {Troll Rock} or not. Proof of that is Flax's fast healing, disfigured right hand.

Flax slowly waked to the now far-away, collapsed Westwind. Once he is close enough, he can see that Westwind's stupidly handsome face is ruined. His lower jaw fell loose, his skin on the cheek is torn badly, showing the inside of his mouth and broken teeth.

Although he is healing visibly fast thanks to the {Unicorns Seed}, Westwind is knocked entirely unconscious. Looking down at him, Flax said, " sigh! Well, the mental whining stopped. Pity, I really want to take couple more swings, but this idiot would probably run into the city streets with a broken jaw if he is not knocked with one punch. Welp, I should get another chance soon."

Saying that, Flax put Westwind in a brown bag and put him over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes, and slowly started walking towards the city gate.

As he was near the gate, two more figures were coming towards him from behind at an amazing speed, seeing that Flax sighed again and thought [I am sighing a lot these days thanks to young master]. He put the sack down and waved his hand towards the individuals.

Both the individuals stopped in front of Flax, and the tiny women Gwyn asked in a hurry, "Sir Delmont!!, is the royal family alright?"

"Everyone is alright, Ms. Gwyn. There is no need to worry. I suggest you and lady Ariana calm down. We do not want the whole city to get the wrong idea that the Westwind's delegation came home running from the Quanogs."

While Gwyn is still hesitating nervously, Ariana nodded her head understandingly. She then looked down at the potato sack and asked while pointing at it with her outstretched hand, "Is that Mr. Graham ?"

"Don't worry, ladies, I used to carry master Westwind like this a lot when he was a kid. It is like being in a mother's womb for the master," Flax responded in the most assuring voice.

This led to the increased anxiousness for Gwyn, while Ariana just thought [cute].

Leaving Ariana behind to reassure the rest of the hurrying team, Flax and Gwyn entered the city gate.

After nearing the queen's palace, Flax bid his goodbye to Gwyn while reassuring her again that everything is fine and not to worry.

After going through the yard, a spacious hallway and corridor, and then a garden that the queen herself cared for, he finally arrived at the door of the queen's chambers.

Even Flax himself cannot enter here, and this is as far as he can go. So he dropped the sack and opened it in front of the door. The sack loosely dropped around Westwind, who is still unconscious.

Flax produced one more vial and brought it close to Westwind's nose. With that, Westwind jumped to his feet and shouted, "Aster!! ?..Where??"

Flax just pointed to the door, and Westwind came to the realization that he is in front of his wife's chambers. He immediately pushed it open and stormed inside.

After a right turn inside, he came into the hall to witness Aster collapsed on the floor, drenched in white, red, and transparent sticky fluids from head to toe, making her majestic dress stick to her figure, while Arata was crying loudly in a crib.

Westwind's heart dropped to his abdomen, and his mind blacked out with a sharp continuous ringing sound in his ear.

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