Alien world

Chapter 98 Chapter 97. Don't Go Gentle into That Good Night

Annan could no longer write back.

He acted like he was sustaining a doomed tragedy.

Annan held the letter paper and pushed open the window facing Breeze City.

The smell of fireworks mixed with fragrant grass flooded into the study room with the continuous light.The prosperous and splendid neighborhood has never ended, and the towering mage tower is eternal and everlasting, guarding Breeze City.

But it's just a macro protection.

Death, separation, pain...every day, no matter the rich district or the slum.

Annan lit the letter paper, put it on the window sill, and murmured softly:

"Levis, this is a letter from your sister. If you turn into an undead wandering in Breeze City as the rumors say... don't be blinded by revenge, go home and have a look. They are waiting for you."

A gust of cool wind swept past the window, and the ashes of the letter paper rose with the wind, blending into the deep night.

Looking at the old moon covered by clouds, Annan seemed to see the flying thoughts flying unswervingly to the east, the ancient land called Osulonde Territory.

After a long time, Annan's gaze shifted from a distant view to a nearby one, looking at a carriage parked outside the manor.

"Master Annan, Augusta Olmedo is outside."

Not long after, the head maid's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Let him in."

The gate of the manor opened, and the carriage drove into the manor.

Annan suppressed his nighttime sentimentality, closed the window, and waited for the arrival of the head maid with Augusta Olmedo.

knock knock --

The door opened, and Annan saw Augusta Olmedo and a figure behind him.

"Martin...?"

"Cousin!"

Martin gave Annan an Aunt Susan hug.

He was wearing an aristocratic dress with collar buttons that shouldn't be buttoned up, lace cuffs, and a poor man's hairstyle that was shaved short around the head and kept only the top of his head, making Martin look nondescript, like an aristocrat... silly son.

"Why did you come with Mr. Olmedo?"

Martin's appearance frightened Annan more than surprised him.

"Mr. Olmedo took good care of me. He took me to his manor, gave me delicious food, nice clothes, and let the teacher teach me how to practice sword!"

Annan noticed that the wooden sword that he couldn't put it down was replaced by a noble dagger inlaid with gems.

"Maid, please take Martin to visit the manor." Annan kept calm and said to the head maid outside the door.

"Cousin, I'll come back to you later!" Martin said excitedly, "This big house is bigger than the manor in the town," followed the head maid and left.

click-

Then after Martin left, his eyes turned to indifference.

"You have crossed the line." Annan stared at Augusta Olmedo, "I don't want my family to be hurt."

"No one will be hurt," he said.

"But young warlock, you should know that the longer the King of the North is in Breeze, the more uneasy the city will be because of him. Chaos will also take advantage of it."

Annan did not fall into his moral kidnapping: "You held Martin hostage."

"I'm protecting him..."

Augusta Olmedo said: "They will attack people around you... You may think you are well protected, but just as I can take him from the tavern, so can they."

"But it's also a threat, right?"

The old man, who seemed to be on the opposite side, but admired Annan, was a little disappointed at this time: "Caring and control...they have always been inseparable. How to distinguish them is up to you."

"...I will declare the truth tomorrow."

Augusta Olmedo nodded in relief, and those disappointments disappeared: "Remember, countless people are suffering. Will you choose the people around you, or the false empty name?"

Augusta Olmedo and Martin left.

Annan did not keep Martin, whether gentle or tough, Martin seemed to prefer Augusta Olmedo who brought him novelties——

Shortly after they left, the news that Andrew Luna was being taken away with Martin was belated.

As the night passes, the King in the North will be gone like a flaming meteor.

Annan returned to the bedroom, closed the window with the curtains drawn, and did not meditate during the night when his thoughts were mixed.

He had another dream. In the dream, he was standing in the thick fog, and in front of him stood a fuzzy silhouette who was dressed like an old-fashioned aristocrat, had black hair, and was very similar to himself.

He kept yelling something to Annan, but the fog blocked the sound and he couldn't hear it clearly. When the dream collapsed, the anxious shout entered his mind clearly.

"Don't go gentle into that good night!"

Annan woke up from the dream with words lingering in his ears.

Is this just a pure thoughtful dream, or is it a warning from Levi's ghost?

The cleansing technique smoothed the folds of the mage's robe, Annan looked at himself in the mirror, and moved his fingers wearing the two magic rings lightly.

"Master Annan, it's time to go." The head maid's voice came from outside the door.

Annan walked out of the bedroom, got into the carriage with Della, and drove to the square in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

The square was crowded with people, and the surroundings were blocked by carriages with various family emblems printed on them.

The carriage stopped in front of the platform along the road leading to the high platform.Annan got out of the carriage and stepped onto the high platform facing thousands of people watching.

Annan saw Michael and the Lady of Wine, also saw Soluman Bronzebeard, Andrew Luna, and the Countess, the old Patriarch, many people he knew and did not know...

Everything in the Breeze feels like a luxurious and pompous dream.Now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

……

In the Reeves family castle, a figure in a white dress stood on the terrace.

Gently blowing the hem of her skirt, she prayed to the west: "My brother, I pray to the gods, the breeze will carry you back from Breeze City safely..."

……

"I heard that the King of the North is just a fake..."

Francois, who was in the crowd, looked at the person who spoke indifferently: "Shut up, if you don't want to be punished for offending the nobles."

……

By the window on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion.

The young castellan with long blond hair looked at the square, frowning as he watched Annan ascend the platform.

……

The sleeping blue dragon moved its paws unconsciously.

A chess piece in the shape of an eyeball rolled down from the gilded mountain to the foot of the mountain.

……

Meteor-like fire arrows emerged from the sky, circling, like a ball of flames lingering around the black-haired boy.

It landed on Annan's outstretched hand, facing the gaze, Annan unfolded the note.

No longer a letter, but a long sentence:
[I had a sad dream... I dreamed that you fell into the ice cave, struggling helplessly, sinking deeper and deeper.When I wake up from my dream and leave the wet pillow, I pray to the gods that you can return safely...]

The surroundings of the square gradually became calm, and people watched the King of the North on the stage.

"I...Annan Reeves, the vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, the youngest king of the North, declare here."

Annan was calm, and his low tone slowly sounded over the square.

"I will find the real culprit who attacked the convoy, the culprit behind the threat to Breeze City."

"The authority of the Twelve Kings of the Northern Territory cannot be violated!"

(End of this chapter)