Lyanna gripped her fingers into fists and the red fluid started to appear around it to form something.
"Please, hold your anger. In your current state, you couldn't do anything just kill yourself at the start of your path." Vidus tried to calm her down more.
The liquid slowly dissipated as she let her anger calm a little.
"I won't try to stop you, because I can't even do ... but do everything fine at the right time and right place. Your revenge and determination won't disappear." He talked a little more to comfort Lyanna.
She just nodded as her body relaxed.
"Godness ... even if I am experienced, your pressure could kill me easily if you had enough mana o maintain it ..." He sighed and fall on a chair behind him. "You should continue to meditate in the following times, and don't pay any attention to the things that will happen in the next days. Got it?"
"I understood." Lyanna answered and sit at the table and her gaze focused on the scroll again.
Vidus sighed one more spectacularly, then he stood up and went to the couch. He planned to sleep a little after this fuss. And when the region lord will come, he needs to stay up while the lord will be here or at least 3 days.
He lay comfortably on the couch and fell asleep pretty fast.
A few hours later he woke up to the sounds of knocking. He picked up his pieces of armor and prepared to live but before that he took a peek at Lyanna, who silently meditated.
"How much time do we have left?" Vidus asked while he left his house.
"Approximately 2 hours, commander." The soldier replied.
Vidus just nodded and headed to the jails. He visited Radan who still just sat on the side with a death-bored, already half-sleeping face.
He knocked on the nearest bars of a cell with his gloves. The clinging sound of metal instantly woke up Radan who shook his head left to right in panic.
"You asshole ... Can't you wake me up in a little 'friendlier' way?"
"We don't have time. The lord will be here soon and we need to greet him at the gate." Vidus replied.
"Ah, what a pain ... By the way, do you know why he is coming now out of the blue?" Radan asked.
"I have less clue than you." Vidus just shrugged.
"Then, let's go."
Radan stood up with numbed legs. He was a vice commander who took care of the prisoners and the public safety, and he filled his first role very well. The second part also was somehow out of his list of care.
Radan liked his city, but the number of corrupted and ethical wasted soldiers number was too much to handle normally. So he found another way to solve this.
The knights were nervous since the regional lord could easily execute them for nothing, and everyone wanted to behave like a perfect underling.
Three hours later a fancy, luxurious, and golden ornamented carriage arrived at the northern gate where Vidus, Radan, and everyone waited for the arrival of the guests.
The carriage was surrounded by exactly 12 men. They were dressed in yellow and blue colored robes. Vidus quickly realized why they didn't wear armors because all of them were aura users.
As he remembered, the blue robes were a kind of uniform for the sword-type aura users. He had no clue about the yellow ones, but he felt a slight pressure around them.
The carriage stopped before the gate. Vidus walked next to its door and slightly bowed.
"Head commander Vidus greets Sovart, the Lord of the Morakhon region." His tone was sincere, but the thought behind it was the opposite.
"Dear, why we must come to a place like this?" An unpleasant voice of a woman sounded from the carriage.
The lord just put his hand out of the carriage through the small window on the door and waved it to move. Vidus just bowed again and gave out his order.
"Lead them to their living quarters!"
While these events happened, Lyanna looked around inside the house. She saw the dried blood on the wall painted its mostly white color to orangish. The few letters on the cupboard were still closed with stamps.
As she walked up and down, she took a peek through the window at the streets. She saw some knights standing at attention while the streets were empty. Everyone gathered at the northern gate to greet their lord.
She grasped her hands into fists and mumbled some words.
"I wonder what face you will show me when you will die by my hands, traitor."