Duke Owen's Tale

Duke Owen's sudden request made Constance frown. She looked at the bed-ridden old man who was recovering from his wounds. "Duke Owen, you do not need to 'request' anything from me."

"But this is not a usual request." Duke Owen smiled, and even though his face was pale, his voice was still lively. "After all, even with our friendship, asking you to activate the Sacred Armory is probably not an easy thing to do right?"

There was a slight change in Constance's expression. "Activate the Sacred Armory? What are you planning to do?"

"What else?" Duke Owen raised his arm and gave it a swing. "To allow these old bones to work a couple more years. Even Naaem has already joined the battle, I'm sure as hell not staying in bed, not as the Duke of the Northern Realms."