21st Century Archmage

‘Haah, what lucky bastards.

As soon as I finished my lovely breakfast of rice and kimchi, Derval sought me out. He then flatly informed me that we could no longer house the Havis Kingdoms wyverns—the territorys Skyknights were completely exhausted from hunting for the monsters that the Havis wyverns devoured.

As such, I was heading to the Havis Kingdom right now.

‘We treated them way too fuckin good. Sigh.

The Havis Kingdom wyverns were trailing along with their ankles tied to the beastmens Gold Wyverns like some kind of dog show. Having lived the last few weeks tied up to prevent escape, the Havis wyverns were all fattened up, flying twenty apiece to each Gold Wyvern at the front.

‘The prisoners have probably reached the kingdom by now as well.

We had kept the prisoners tied up near the border, fearing that if they returned too soon during the chaos, they might join the rebel forces. Those prisoners were probably crossing the border by now. They were also a drain on Nermans provisions, so there was no need to keep them around.

‘The weathers good at least.

Near the border of Nerman and the Havis Kingdom, there wasnt as much snow on the ground as there was in the territory. The wind was a little wild, perhaps because the winds from the sea and the continent were clashing here, but the ground peeking out from the snow was an unusual sight. It almost made me think that spring had arrived.

Guoooooooooooo!

Bebeto, who couldnt go faster because he had to keep pace with all the tied-up wyverns, roared energetically after seeing something.

‘Its the prisoners.

A long line of people was walking beyond the border fort at my feet. They were prisoners, but instead of walking in fetters, they were allowed to walk freely in a row. The Nerman cavalrymen overseeing them waved vigorously after looking up into the sky at Bebetos cry.

‘I hope everything ends well.

Before the end of winter, we had to complete the construction of forts and bridges. I really hoped that I could return the wyverns to the Havis Kingdom without any problems and quickly go home.

* * *

“Count Kyre, Lord of Nerman, is personally coming with the wyverns?”

“Yes, Your Highness. According to the urgent report that just came in, Count Kyres black hybrid wyvern along with five Gold Wyverns were leading around a hundred wyverns.”

“Ah…”

Rosiathe had been plagued by reports of the threatening movements of the rebel forces this morning, and hadnt been able to sleep because of the chaos the Roen Principality had begun kicking up at the border a few days prior. After hearing that Kyre was coming, she let out a long exclamation.

“Hes coming. Hes really coming…”

Just how much had she longed for him whenever she was struggling? Many times. Rosiathe had desperately wished to rest her tired soul in his deep embrace.

Before she knew it, her blue, diamond-like eyes had grown wet with tears.

“Approximately how far is he?”

“Since the report was made from Fort Zentra, I believe he will arrive in an hour, at most,” responded the noble in charge of reporting information to Rosiathe.