Ezekiel ran as far as he could, as if a lion was coming after him. He hugged the King's golden harp as he ran. It was the only thing that could save him in his enemies' territory.
How lucky that Ezekiel saw the golden harp while he was looking around the hut!
No, perhaps it was not luck. In the world he currently lived in, it would be best to refer to it as destiny. The boy believed that just like King Adam, the holy Goddess was guiding his path and protecting him.
In the rebels' base, Ely and master herbalist Inflicta created decoctions to counter the sleeping effect of the golden harp on their comrades. The furious Maro, on the other hand, ordered those who were awake to search for his son throughout the dark forest.
"Apologies, Rebel King, but-"
Before the bandit could speak, Maro glared at him.
"Please spare me! We did our best-"
"And that's the best you can do?!" the Rebel King's voice sent shivers down their spine, except for Ely.