Chapter # 42

The sun was setting over the kingdom of Zarath. Lord Azekiel made his way to the quarters of Madam Ziva as he was asked to. He knocked on the wooden door.

"You are finally here, Azekiel. Come in."

Madam Ziva was frantically walking back and forth in her quarters. Her red veil still covered her face. Azekiel spoke in a calm voice, "What is the reason for calling me out of nowhere?"

"The reason being soundness of you and your kingdom."

"please explain."

"The girl with red hair, who's she?"

"Zubie?"

"who's she and what is she doing here in your castle?"

Azekiel blinked, not understanding the reason behind her questions but answering her nonetheless, "She comes from Landvrede."

"Why is she here?"

"It was a blunder by Nicholas that brought her here."

"Landvrede? The land is known for hating sorcery and magic. That makes no sense unless..."

"I don't understand why you are asking these questions, madam Ziva."