Chapter Forty-Six
TO MOVE ON
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Dionysus, sitting on the wall that encompassed around the city, continued to smoke. He had been doing this exact thing for around half an hour now, absorbing the sight of the capital into his eyes.
Specifically, he was looking at the center of the capital.
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Veritas and his contracts had caused a load of issues for the city, to the point of destroying around twenty percent of it. After the downfall, and eventual execution, of Veritas, the three contracts that were free all decided to do different things.
Negata, although hungry for blood and a good fight, realized that a lot of his friends were going to die, and he decided to go out by slaughtering much more innocent citizens and officers of the army. At some point, a general was sent out to him, where he was quickly put down.
Pactione and Ira had, of course, already been killed, with one of their lives going to Dionysus. Ira, on the other hand, was taken in and imprisoned, her execution set in stone, just not the date.
Incidamus quickly bailed on the whole operation, maneuvering his way through the army and guards that were trying to stop them. He had, smartly, did what Veritas had asked of him, but not to the point of the others. He killed innocents, but in small amounts. He still lured attention, just not as much.
It was for that reason that he was already out of the capital and still running. He decided his life still had some value yet.
Acceptatione, as logical and rational as he was, understood that the second that Veritas was out, the whole operation would be a bust. He quickly lightened the punishment on himself by waving the white flag of surrender he had on him at all times. It was a miniature flag stuffed into his pocket, but the message was sent across.
He was going to be in prison for twenty years, but all he could think about was how to lower the time he'd be spending on what he'd do once he was out.
No matter what came, he would accept it.
Many were dead, and after the two back to back operations against the empire and its people, nobody wasn't exhausted. While the Royal Invasion had turned out to be pitifully weak, to the point that almost nobody on the empire's side had died, anyone could tell that this event would be staying in the annals of history.
As for Dionysus, he still wasn't anything big. He had quickly gotten out of the castle before the empire's forces arrived, concealing the fact that he was deeply intertwined in all of this. The only person who would have had even the remotest tinge of suspicion towards Dionysus was Cerberus, yet he was one of the few people not here.
Once again, he had slipped through with his identity hidden.
But, he was forsaking the entire life that he had built up here at the capital. He was going to leave, like always.
His destination was the next continent over. Almost none of the continents were connected, so he'd have to traverse a large ocean to reach his destination, but he didn't mind.
He had one mission left, something that he didn't understand until he traversed the abyss and reunited with his best friend.
'It's about time I chased after him.' As Dionysus leaped off the wall of the capital to fall on the outside, the great hunt for the Chained King was about to begin.
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Dionysus was currently approaching the Rajulian kingdom. This was only two weeks after the tragedy that had come to be called the Battle of Eternetalia, which was the official name of the capital of the empire known as Eternatia.
'Past this border is Rajulian territory, famous for slavery and its dictatorship.' He was standing right on the wall separating the two nations. The continent was huge, but the wall still went all the way from north to south.
'Time to see what all of this is about.'
There was one fundamental difference with this Dionysus though. He was much more logical and reasonable than he was before. Though, compared to the other Dionysus, he was much more emotional.
This silver eyed man crossed the border into the forbidden lands.
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A man with many, many scars covering his body sat on a throne. An old, decrepit, depressing throne. It had nearly fully eroded and left, just like the rest of his kingdom. The throne room that he sat in was empty, the only thing visible being the fallen red banners, the mess of collapsed pillars and rubble, and a lot of blood.
Not even a roof was available on his failure from long ago.
The Chained King sat in silence, just like his long, long dead kingdom.